That sounded like a pretty decent plan to him. Or it would be a decent plan if the person that drove them here really was their father. He sure as hell hoped as much, because if it was a demon or something else then Sam was going to be furious enough to lash out with his abilities and that was something that he generally tended to avoid doing whenever Dean was around.
Looking a little peeved as he was shoved behind Dean, Sam shook his head in annoyance and lifted his gun up in a defensive position as he followed him inside. He was a lot slower than Dean was, but Sam did a pretty good job in keeping up with him; although he was fairly certain that Dean was the one to blame for that, as Sam figured he was moving at an agreeable pace on purpose.
He was trained well enough by their Dad. They both were. So moving stealthily, despite his injuries, was something that he was able to accomplish. He kept his eyes moving, watching the area carefully in the event that something might choose to lunge out and attack them. Keeping up the rear, making sure that nothing tried to get at them from behind, and basically doing everything possible to watch Dean's back was his current motivation.
Sam spotted the room that was flooded with a darker kind of light. He jabbed Dean on the shoulder and nodded off toward it. "There," he said, his voice low. That had to be where they were supposed to go. Now whether it was a trap or not was another matter entirely.