"You're not -" Was he? The clothes that he was wearing. The hair. Was he Dean? Sam's grip tightened on the handle of the gun. Most kids would have looked silly carrying a weapon, but he knew what he was doing. He and Dean were dragged out every day to learn basic hunting skills, handling a gun at this point was like being able to tie his shoe. Not hard at all. He stared at Dean for a long moment, as if unsure of himself. Was he Dean? Was he a fraud? What would Dean do in this situation? As much as Sam whined on about his older brother, it was no secret that he looked up to him more than anyone else in the world. If Dean were in his shoes, what would he do to make sure that he wasn't in trouble?
Trouble.
Sam lifted his chin, looking into the opposing male's eyes with a challenging glare. "Funkytown."
Code words. Anyone else would be confused. Dean Winchester would know that the word meant that he was in trouble.