Sam took one look at his brother's expression and knew that Dean must be from a different time than he was from. Or, at the very least, had witnessed something different. He could hear it in just the way that Dean said that nickname that always made Sam cringe. Only Dean ever got away with calling him Sammy, though, no one else.
The taller of the two Winchesters tilted his head briefly, his hair falling off to the side of his face as he did so. "Yeah, Dean. It's me," remarked Sam. He shuffled on his feet, not really sure what to make of this place. What sort of place would cause for the two of them to be pulled here? Sam had watched the hologram message telling him that a war was here. But then again, they had been tricked before.
And he had no wedding ring on his finger, so at the very least, Sam could rule out that Becky was trying to pull one over them again. They'd barely gotten out of that situation. "Dean. What's the last thing you remember?" Sam asked curiously. He'd already done initial research on this place. People from all different places were here. People who were supposed to be fiction. Granted, it wouldn't be the first time that they learned about a fictional story. They were technically fiction in their world, as odd as that was to even think about, thanks to Chuck.
He turned his soulful gaze back to his brother, wondering just what it was that Dean had been through. Who knew with the way things worked here? It hadn't taken Sam long to sort out that many people were from different times even in their own world or however that all worked.