He opened his mouth to protest, then clamped it shut. Well. Okay, yeah. He'd managed to make a few enemies since he had gotten there. But did Dean honestly expect for him to sit around and play nice while there was a war bustling on around him? No. He had been severely involved in defending the people who were incapable of doing as much themselves, tracking Lilith down, and trying to block out the emotions that haunted him whenever he stopped to think about his brother being in hell to worry about companionship. He'd made the friend or two, of course, but Sam hadn't worried so much about hurting the feelings of others as much as he once would have. He had changed a lot since his own death and Dean's deal. Losing his brother had only made it all the worse.
But maybe things would improve. Maybe he'd be able to smile more and associate with others without it being an uncomfortable interrogation.
"Outside," Sam responded. He handed his brother the keys. "To the left." The faintest flicker of a smile crossed over his face. "Should I give the two of you a moment?"