Must be nice to belong somewhere. It was hard not to take that in. Sam's brow furrowed slightly, his curiosity in this woman instantly doubling over in a single statement. "This place is practically the Island of Misfit Toys. It's hard to avoid fitting in when you've got so many strange people hanging around." That much was true. Messed up as it was, Lawrence was home to a lot of people who didn't have much of one before. If nothing else, Sam hoped that Bo at least got that out of being here for however long the Seal decided to keep her around.
Sam nodded at her summary. "You're on point, yeah." It was a lot to take in, but Bo was handling it well enough. Something told Sam that this wasn't her first rodeo. "Hard to believe, isn't it? Angels. Demons. The end of the world." Sam shook his head, another frown shadowing it's way across his face. "I used to look at all of this so differently." Especially the angels. To think, he used to pray to them nightly. Now Sam couldn't think about them without feeling sick to his stomach. "From what we've seen so far, most of the angels upstairs are in full support of the apocalypse. Hell, some of them even took part in setting the whole thing up. Angels are as dirty as the demons, far as I can tell." With the exception of Castiel and Ruby, Sam didn't trust anyone who played for either side. They hated each other, but they all wanted the same thing and they were all going to manipulate, kill, and screw over anyone and everyone that got in their way until all of this was over.
The squeeze to his hand was surprisingly comforting. He tried for another small smile, this one coming across a touch more genuine than the few that came before. "There are a lot of good people here. I've got no doubt that most of them will fight this thing to the very end, no matter what it takes." And over half of them would probably do it by choice, not out of obligation. If this world had hunters like them in it before the Seal started spitting them out, maybe the apocalypse never would have had a chance to start. "I just hope they don't get too caught up in the crossfire." He didn't want anyone dying for him. Everyone here deserved to go back home and get on with their lives when all of this was over. This war was never supposed to be theirs to fight.
The light weren't much different than the dark. They were titles that people slapped onto each side, but neither of them meant much at the end of the day. Angels and demons were both still douchebags. "Sounds like you've got some experience with the light and dark yourself," Sam commented. He reached for his beer and downed a swig, then set it back on the table with a small thud. "I'm guessing you don't have angels and demons playing tug-o-war with humanity where you're from, do you?"
Pretty little fashion statements. Sam laughed. The amulets definitely weren't all too pretty. "Actually, they only protect you from demons. Angels can't get under your skin without permission. Demons? Not so much. They can body hop you whenever they want to. It's probably the only reason why Lucifer hasn't gotten his paws on me yet. I keep telling him it's not happening." And Lucifer, in turn, remained convinced that it was going to happen in time. Like hell it was.