"It is fancy," Sam said, looking at her oddly. "It connects to the internet! Dad's phone was this big old..." He stretched his hands out, roughly measuring out the size of a brick. "Block of a thing. Nothing like...well, that." Which wasn't very large at all. And, again, could connect to the internet. "I've never seen anything like it before in my life. It's like...alien." Alien? No, aliens weren't real. Ghosts, zombies, werewolves, vampires? Sure, definitely. But aliens were way above and beyond what Sam Winchester was ever going to accept as possible. That was why when the other kids joked and talked about it at school, Sam didn't feel so awkward about it. It was nothing like them making fun of horror movies. If only they knew that half the stuff they made fun of was real. And a lot scarier than the crap that they showed in the movie theaters.
"Of course you can," Sam said, looking up from the phone with a small smile. "I wouldn't want you to be stuck out here on your own. And there's NO WAY my Uncle Bobby would let you be either. He's pretty cool like that." Sam set the phone down again, reaching for his sandwich once more. It was a pretty good sandwich. And with everything that had been going on, Sam had forgotten to eat up until now.