"Sure," Sam replied simply. While she was busy making the sandwich, he took the opportunity to move over and open up the wardrobe that she had seemed so nervous about. Usually Sam wouldn't pry, but this was a different situation. They were all waking up in odd places. What if that was important? What if this was all like some great big puzzle? Can't solve a puzzle if you're missing half the pieces. Some of the pieces could very well be in this very motel room. If not at least a clue as to why they were here. Sam had checked every corner of the room he had woken in - it was filled with hunting supplies and clothes that didn't belong to either Dean or himself - now he needed to make sure that he did the same here. There had to be some way to figure all of this out.
"I'm sure he'll try," Sam said, fiddling with the door, "Bobby said the reception might be bad here or something. I'll be sure to ask him, okay?" The door swung open after a few tugs, revealing all that was inside.
Sam twisted his mouth down, brows flying up in the opposite direction all at the same time. What? Just...what? There were clothes inside, but they sure as heck didn't look much like anything he'd ever see anyone he knew personally wear. Stuff that those actresses wore in the movies, maybe, with the tiny shirts that revealed too much and...and these were definitely lady clothes. Sam turned his back and looked over at Ruby with an embarrassed look on his face.
"I'm sorry. I thought...I thought maybe I could find something that would help. 'Cause..." He was feeling very sheepish right now. And awkward. He ducked his head, cheeks flaring red.