Just weird. Gee, that was most certainly informative. Shifting in place a little, Sam raised his brows and waited for his brother to continue on about the subject. He did not, however, therefore Sam immediately was led to the conclusion that Dean had no intention on going into whatever was getting under his skin. Clearly, something was. His avoidant behavior wasn't enough for Sam to just shrug and drop the subject; though, if he was smart and wanted to keep on managing that walk on eggshells he'd been doing around him, he probably should have. Apparently he wasn't very smart, because as soon as Sam dropped into the nearest vacant chair, he leaned forward, raised his eyes to meet his brothers own, and said, "What exactly are you talking about, Dean? What are you 'handling?'" Handling. Yeah, okay. If Sam knew his brother (which he was hoping he did right now), then Dean was not handling anything. He was doing exactly what he was doing with him now. Sweeping it under the rug, clasping his hands behind his back, looking the other direction, and whistling as though there was nothing going on whatsoever. That wasn't dealing - that was pretending that whatever was bothering him wasn't bothering him. And that? It wasn't a good thing. Not that he could talk. After all, Sam was the one walking around pretending that he absolutely did not have an addition to demon blood. Because he didn't. Really.
"Uh, maybe?" Matrix-like? Sam didn't know. Maybe some of those people who had their abilities mastered better than the others. Sam had to admit that he wasn't so used to seeing so many people who had abilities in one place at one time. Even after the dozens of months he had spent in and out of that apartment building in Lawrence, he was still getting used to the idea. The most he'd seen in one place prior to the arrivals had been right before he himself had died. Azazel had snatched up all the psychic kids, tossed them into an abandoned town, and flat out declared that they had to either kill or be killed. Sam smiled grimly, looking down at his hands quietly as he did so. Oh yeah. Good times. "I think they're really gonna make a difference out there, Dean," Sam said, somewhat quietly. He cleared his throat, then looked up. "If they want to, that is. They could do a lot by way of helping us with hunting." Not Lilith. Maybe. Sam wasn't sure yet. He was kind of hoping that one of them would pick up on a lead that he could follow, but that was the extent of where his hopes went with them when it came to that demonic bitch. He'd find her on his own, with their help or not. All the same, he couldn't deny the fact that they were going to be able to do a lot out there. The world was ridiculously short on people who actually acknowledged and understood the existence of supernatural beings. To think that they had so many people showing up who were willing to throw themselves into the fight - people who were capable of doing so...it was every hunters dream come true, wasn't it?