Scowling a little, Sam rubbed at the top of his head and attempted to flatten the fringe that Dean had successfully managed to massacre. It kind of reminded him of when he was a kid. People used to ruffle his hair all the time. It generally annoyed the hell out of him, as did the 'Sammy' routine, but he didn't seem to mind so much now. Dean was probably going to be able to get away with a lot of stuff for a good while before Sam started to get too cranky with him. It was kind of a 'get out of being bitched free' card for a short while. Dean should have been grateful. Because Sam? He was never very fun in bitch mode.
Sam rolled his eyes at the credit card. Unlike Dean, Sam tended to be a little less flashy with the cards. Yes, they were getting free money and didn't have to do much work for it. But it was still wrong. He felt bad for it half the time and tried to avoid using them for anything other than basic living expenses. He probably should have felt a little guilty about the fake ID's too. Which he sometimes did. But those, at least, were a part of the job. He had to lie for information. They wouldn't get it otherwise.
"Fair enough." Sam folded his arms over his chest and followed Dean's gaze. At the mention of Sarah, Sam shrugged. "I guess it was. Funny that you ran into her, of all people."