Sam didn't exactly believe his brothers immediate claims when it came to his being all right. He wasn't all right. He looked...disgruntled. About something. Sam couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he certainly felt that way. Sighing, Sam took another swig from his bottle and set it down onto the table before he forced himself to give Dean one long, hard look. "You sure? There's nothing going on with you right now?" Maybe he was pressing his luck. Sam found that wasn't exactly unusual, actually. This wouldn't have been the first time that he picked up that sense of annoyance in his brothers tone when he started asking questions about his well being. Sam couldn't help it though. When he thought that there was something wrong, there was nothing that he could do about it but ensure that there wasn't. Because that was his job, wasn't it? Looking out for his big brother. Making sure that nothing hurt him. It was just as much as his job as Dean claimed it was his own. And ever since he had let his brother die, Sam found that it was his greatest goal to make sure that the same thing didn't happen to him again. No one or nothing would harm his brother. Not if Sam had anything to say or do about it.
So, yeah, maybe he was a little overprotective. If anyone else had watched their closest remaining sibling left be ripped apart by Hellhounds in their name and dragged to Hell because of the fact, they probably would be too.
"You mean they don't wanna kill us," Sam corrected, shrugging a little. "I get the distinct feeling that not all of them are exactly feeling too friendly toward us. Just putting it out there." They had recovered from that period of time where everyone had gotten upset about Alastair, but it wasn't exactly right to assume that everyone was okay with them. "But you're right. It is gonna be pretty damn interesting. Especially since some of them aren't exactly...y'know." He shrugged, somewhat awkwardly. "Normal." Hey, he could relate.