It sounded like a good plan to him. But Sam wasn't so sure if it would completely fall through. Life in this place was unpredictable. A person was here one day and then the next they weren't. Some had stuck around long enough, but others were quick to go. Sam suddenly found himself wishing that the situation were permanent. Because if he was sent back to where he belonged? Dean would likely be dead all over again. After Dean had just suddenly been thrust back into his life all over again, Sam knew that he'd be incapable of living another day without him. Sure, he had Bobby. But that wasn't the same. Bobby wasn't his brother. Dean was. He was the one that Sam had spent his entire childhood looking up to and following around. He had been the coolest person in the world to him and, even now, he still kind of was. Even if he was a bit of a pain in the ass.
At the sound of Dean's stomach, his expression brightened. "It's even better to have you back." It really was. "So. Five dollar cookies or a grease ridden meal from some smalltime diner down the road?" Because small cafe's like this didn't serve the kind of stuff that his brother was into. It was shocking that his brother had even chosen to use this place, of all things, to communicate with anyone. Sam? Maybe. Dean? Not in this lifetime.