The door finally swung open, giving Sam access to the room. The girl was young, like him, and she was sort of pretty. She was the kind of girl Dean would tell him to make a move on before some other hot dude caught her eye. Sam tried to be bigger than that. He wasn't like his brother, who went chasing after anything and everything female. Sam was the type of guy who was more interested in making friends than hooking up with chicks who would be extra nice to you one day, then vicious the next. He wasn't sure if that was how all women acted when one dated them, but they sure did when Dean was involved. Of course, Dean didn't much help his own case. He was always pissing those girls off.
Sam stepped inside, examining the area quietly. It wasn't as bad as some of the places he and Dean had stayed in. He was satisfied with the knowledge that the girl had at least found herself in a safe place when she had woken. It was already bad enough that she was here without knowing where she was or how she got to this place all alone.
He spotted the sandwich about halfway through looking around. Sam was going to protest, but the suspicious look that was delivered toward the wardrobe made Sam suddenly change his mind. There was something in there that she didn't want him to see. Well, that wasn't going to do at all, now was it? "I'd like a snack, thank you," he said, slipping the bag off of his shoulder and dropping it on the floor. Hands sliding into the pockets of his sweater, Sam shrugged quietly. "I don't know what's going on. I figure if we get to the safehouse and stay there till my Uncle Bobby figures it out, we should be okay."