Sam looked down at the object curiously. It looked sort of like a phone, but not any kind that he had ever seen before. Sam was getting ready to ask him where he had bought it from, when the boy began to question him about something titled 'S.P.D.' Sam would have asked him if that was some kind of disease or gang title or something along those lines, because he clearly had no idea what the boy was referring to. Not directly, because that would have been sort of rude, but Sam couldn't help but wonder.
"New? To the city?" Or this universe? Sam didn't dare say that out loud. Not when he wasn't entirely sure what it was that he was currently dealing with here. That, of course, didn't last for very long. Space Control Delta. What the hell was that?
"Uh, Sam Winchester." Sam looked at the item in his hands again, then turned his gaze back toward Jack's uniform. Space Control Delta. Seriously, what was that, exactly? The numbers printed across the the device made him pause. Two thousand twenty-five. Well, if that wasn't a clue, Sam didn't know what was. "Are you...did you just show up here? Out of the blue?"