"Girls." Sam agreed, not feeling the need to say anything beyond that.
He wathed Dean quietly for awhile. He could sort of sense that his cover was about to be blown, so he backed off.
"Uh, yeah. For a little while. He was workin', though, you know? Vampires. I had no desire to do much else than wallow in my own misery." Sam hoped that admitting the truth was the best thing to do right now.