"I dunno, it's just...I thought it might be hard for you to see me when I'm not the Sam you want to see. Does that make sense? And...Dean and I are still the same. What's ours is yours, if you're family. You're more than welcome to stay with us. Anything you need, books, guns, cars, cash...we've got that now."
Sam wrinkled his nose at the mention of his Dad's friend. He knew a little bit more than his brother..s did about her but he'd promised Dad to keep his mouth shut.
"Beer would be great. Thanks." He sat down on the couch and Roxy jumped up into his lap. She knew he was upset and hadn't stopped babysitting him the entire time. This was truly Dean's dog, all over.