This entire place was confusing, Sam wasn't going to lie. Yet while everything was chaotic and conflicting and crazy, a geek like himself couldn't deny the pleasure of tinkering around with the advanced technology that he was given. It was a laptop. Smaller and lighter than any other computer that he had ever seen in his entire life. The graphics on it were fantastic, the internet loaded like no ones business, and the games. Oh, the games. Sam was going to have to ask the people around here if he could keep this device after he found his Dad and Dean again, because it was genius. The big old box of a computer that he had shut away in the back of the Impala was nothing on this. All one had to do was open it up and go. Compared to the tedious process of piecing together the computer system that his Dad had got him for school and research, Sam was more than happy to play with this computer instead.
He was messing around with the internet when he heard the door swing open. Almost instantly, Sam reached onto the table beside himself, a hand sliding into the bag that he had set upon it's surface. His fingers wrapped around the handle of the handgun tucked away inside and Sam yanked it out immediately, hopping up from his chair to point it at the man who had burst into his apartment. His? Well, the apartment of the man that he had swapped places with. Or was. God, that was all so weird.
"Don't move! Who are you?"
Sam wouldn't have raised the gun, but he didn't recognize the man. And with him being on edge and worried about everything that was happening, it was hard not to panic.