Sam was, naturally, feeling more than skeptical. He knew who he was. The claims being made about his belonging to another family were absolutely preposterous and he fully intended on putting a stop to the child and Mary's nonsense immediately. Clearly, with all else that was going on at the moment, distractions like the one at hand were above and beyond unnecessary. He could not afford to waste every waking moment catering to this family and their delusions. There was a citywide catastrophe (when was there not?) lying in a jumbled mess at their feet and he, Samuel Winchester, happened to be the only Watcher in the vicinity. His job was to see to it that Kennedy played her part in solving this problem as quickly and effectively as possible - preferably by bringing those missing people home before something terrible happened to them and then carrying on from there.
Sam could not focus, however, if there were people harassing him about familial matters. Giving his watch a critical glance, the Watcher strode into the entrance of the Hyperion with a frown. He was due to meet with Kennedy shortly, but his regrettable promise to hear the family out needed to be carried through first. He had, of course, considered backing down and refusing to show up. Unfortunately, that would have created the possibility of the pair showing up at an even more inconvenient time and Sam couldn't afford to waste his energy pushing them out the door when and if the crisis got any worse than it was already.
So, dressed in a cleanly pressed suit, Sam decided that he would squash the crazy people and their delusions out as quickly as possible. Locating the pair in the lobby was easy, it was merely correcting their mistake that would prove to be problematic. Hopefully his assumption in the two being completely insane would be entirely off. Maybe this all really was a mistake. It would be so much easier if it were.
One hand slipping into his pocket, Sam halted a few paces away from Mary and the boy and looked down at the objects scattered across the table. He supposed that was the proof that they'd been rambling on about.
"Let's get this over with, then," he muttered, his once born and raised full-blooded American accent going out the window in exchange for a very upper class British one. The mutters fell to a halt when he chose to acknowledge the pair, putting on a fake smile. He immediately extended a hand in Mary's direction. "Mary, I'm assuming?"