Sam took everything in as best as he could. The size of the palace was overwhelming...and made their house in London look like a treehouse or something.
"Does look a little different, yeah." He grinned while he rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture borrowed from Dean. "I can see why you love it, though. It's peaceful." He looked around her room again, ears on alert for the whereabouts of his son. He hadn't seen the little guy since Anne had taken him here and he had serious baby withdrawl.