This was unexpected. New. Sam had dreaded the moment he and Dean actually got to sit down and have this talk; knowing that he didn't want to and seemed to be perfectly content with avoiding it for a while. Well, that hadn't been in the playbook, had it? Sam had been prepared for outbursts, angry glares, insistent questioning, cold shoulders. The usuals. Not whatever this was. Awkwardly and somewhat uncertainly, Sam nodded in cautious agreement. "Okay. We'll talk about it later." He looked down at his drink again. Phew. Fingers wrapping around the glass, Sam tipped his head back and downed it quick. He needed it. Eventually Dean would be back wanting explanations. Sam didn't know if he should have been relieved that the angry confrontation was being prolonged or if he should have been paranoid that Dean would end up finding out from someone far worse than himself. Nonetheless, he was going to appreciate this moment while it lasted. The two of them, sitting in a bar, ignoring the big, angry elephant in the room. That seemed like an okay plan by him. Until he commented on the drinking, which was obviously quick to get under Dean's skin. Bad tactic, bad tactic. He needed to take it back a few steps.
Sam ran a hand over his face and shook his head. "Nah, I was just wondering if I was gonna have to carry you out the door." Not true. The edge of worry in his gaze defied every single word that came out of his mouth. Sam pushed his glass aside. "Can't have both of us stumbling outta here with no way to get home, can I?" Ah, the excuse. It had come in handy after all. "Besides, when we clear up here I gotta do some research. I want to know who's responsible for bringing you back, Dean." More to the point - Sam wanted to find out who had killed his brother in the first place. When it came to his family, Sam had always sort of had a problem letting things go. Particularly when someone had gone out of their way to hurt them.