Sam lifted his head from the book he currently had his nose buried in. It really was Heaven on Earth to him. A treasure trove of books and knowledge and so far nothing had jumped out of the shadows to eat them! He set his pen down and looked over at Dean.
"Yeah... I think they'll be fine. The little guy stepped up to the mark. I felt for him, y'know, all that responsibility dumped on him. Reminded me of us. At least we've had our whole lives to prepare. Kinda wish we had a golem of our own in the trunk though." Obviously not literally. It wouldn't fit.
He reached for his glass to take a sip only to find it empty. Damn. When had he finished that off? He didn't want to move from his spot with his book, so he simply wiggled the glass in Dean's general direction.