"I'm always willing to help out," Sam reassured her, shooting Hermione a faint smile. He smoothed his hands over the knees of his jeans and released a heavy breath. "Anyway, I think we should probably go ahead and get back inside. There's a lot of stuff that still needs to be done and I don't know if we should leave Adam alone for too long right now." He didn't want to overcrowd him, but he didn't want to just leave him to it either. It was a delicate situation, one that they really had to be considerate about. Sam would help him, but he wouldn't push things too much. At the same time, he'd give him his distance, but he'd still stand by close enough to make sure Adam didn't do anything stupid. He didn't know Adam like he knew Dean; determining how he was going to behave in the face of something as fucked up and tragic as what they had seen here at his home was a lot more difficult for Sam to do than it would have been for his other brother. Putting a hand to the porch railing, Sam stood up and offered Hermione his hand so that he could help her to her feet as well.
"I'm glad we had this talk, awkward as it was," he told her with a more genuine smile. Now that it was out of the way, Sam could worry about things less. Maybe. He was hoping he would. He already had enough to worry about in general, what with the apocalypse riding their asses and the mountain of other family issues Sam had riding his back. Sam knew that he would never stop worrying about Adam and Hermione entirely, but he was hoping that he could at least stop panicking over them long enough to accomplish something in those other departments. "We should probably order a pizza or something," Sam commented. "I don't think anyone has really eaten all that much today." It didn't seem like a bad plan. They'd go inside, order some food, and help Adam with the rest of his stuff. By the time they finished cleaning things up, the food would arrive. They could eat and leave.