When the door swung open, Sam didn't say anything. Instead he waited, rather impatiently, for Buffy to explain the situation. She didn't exactly dish out much beyond the fact that Dean was there (which brought on a slight rush of relief), but that was all that he needed for the immediate time being. Once Buffy allowed him access to her apartment, Sam didn't waste any time. He followed her back to the bedroom and walked over to Dean's bed, silently moving over to his brothers side. Sedated. That meant that Dean wouldn't be able to get up and do anything crazy, he supposed. It was probably a good thing to have done, even though Sam didn't exactly like the idea of his brother being drugged down. Dean would have hated it too. Right now, he didn't have the ability to state that very fact, nor did his word hold much authority. But Sam was certain of one thing: he didn't want this sedation process to be a constant thing. It wasn't right.
"Where did you find him?" Sam finally asked. He didn't look at Buffy. He couldn't. He was afraid to look away from Dean out of fear of something worse happening. Sam wasn't exactly sure on what Glory had done to his brother. Fuck, he didn't know. He had no idea on what to do or how to handle this at all and it was killing him. What had Dean done to deserve this? Hadn't he already suffered enough? Fists balling up at his sides, Sam grit his teeth together and tried to focus. He couldn't lose it. Dean was gonna be fine.
"Does he...does he remember anything? About the attack? Or -" He clamped his mouth shut and looked down. After a moment of self composure, Sam tried again. "Does he know anything? About himself?"