"..Er...right." He said as he couldn't fight the urge to roll his eyes. He too had a secret love for comics, but he didn't announce it to the world. "Can we just find the others and get the hell out of here now?" The darkness was disturbing. Gruunm had threatened to destroy their world and give them an apocalypse they'd never forget but they'd evaded it. They never saw it and now it was infront of his eyes. Demons, darkness, and a chill he didn't particularly enjoy creeping down his spine the longer they stayed to chat with Dean.
He didn't particularly want to stand in one place like this so long, especially considering the demons flying over head that he was trying not to look at. They worried him. Then he mentioned Sam, and Dean had his attention again. "Sam's still alive?" He didn't want to think otherwise but honestly given the state of this world he wasn't so sure anyone could survive here long.