It was downright terrifying, seeing his own mother sporting the black eyes that he had always associated with demons and possessions. Sam wouldn't deny that. But he also wasn't about to up and panic when he was trying to convince her that this was all some kind of screwed up game that someone was playing with their minds. It was difficult, especially when ever last one of his instincts demanded that he exorcise her on the spot, but Sam was managing. Barely. "Exactly," Sam said firmly. "None of this feels right, does it? It's like there's something here. We can't see it, but there's something here. And it's making us all crazy." Sam was going to keep going at it; pressing the issue was the only way that they were going to see any results, especially now that he and Chuck were in here alone with his mother. She was smart. Sam knew that she was. If he could make her see reason...
Sam looked up as someone else slipped into the room. He didn't know the man and, honestly, seeing him boss his mother around made Sam feel kind of...twitchy? Who did he think he was, exactly? From what Sam could tell, he just looked like another civilian. Right off the damned street. He couldn't just come in here and tell someone who had years of experience on him what to do. Sam furrowed his brow, wrists tugging against the ropes again. This time, he did it in a more subtle way. He didn't want either of them coming back around and making the damned things more tighter than they already were.
It came off even more suspiciously when the man declared that he'd stay in the room alone. What normal person off the streets would wanna do that with a pair of monsters that they didn't even know existed before now? Sam shot him a suspicious glare. "You should definitely stay," he said, looking to Mary at that. His eyes might have been black to her, but there was a look on his face that said it all: he didn't trust this guy. She needed to be careful. "We're not demons," Sam said again, looking back to the new guy. "She's right. You guys need to untie us. Don't even let us out of the trap - we'll walk out, easily. You wanna know why? Because we're not possessed." He'd keep saying it. Sam didn't care. They needed to see that he and Chuck weren't possessed.