Sam didn't exactly often visit his brother lately. The strain between them was on and off and he didn't want to make it worse by trying to fix matters which, unfortunately, usually was the eventual result he got out of his attempting to do so. Yet with all the waiting around that they did in Lawrence, Sam couldn't help but go stir crazy. He had decided to pay Dean a genuine, brotherly visit. Poker, sports on TV, something that they could do to keep that rift from growing even more large than it already was. That wouldn't be too hard to accomplish, now would it? Even if the idea seemed simple, the task in itself did not feel as such. Sam had been nervously pacing his way back and forth across the room, waiting anxiously for his brother to arrive.
He could do this. He could be...well, he could be Sam. He was aware of how difficult things had become lately - Sam knew, to Dean, he must have been one hell of a pain - but he was looking to push past all of that just for one night. Dean would get it someday. He'd understand that Sam was the only one who could do what he was doing. Maybe he'd even get why he was going at it the way that he was. He was strong. Powerful. For all that he was as a person, Sam was even better as a weapon. Even he was able to acknowledge that after all this time.
And it was about damned time, too. Lilith was getting closer. That stupid board post the other night had only proven as much. Fingers knotting together, Sam eyed the door warily when he heard movement from the other side. Hands sliding into his pockets, Sam immediately straightened up and tried to make himself look as casual as possible. It was going to be fine. Dean would want to still hang out with him, right? Right?
As soon as the door swung open, Sam offered her brother a sheepish smile. "Hey, man." Sam shuffled from one foot to the other. "Where were you off at?"
Sam did not really have much time to get a response out of his brother. The dark, towering figure that appeared behind the other Winchester grinned at Sam rather viciously before vanishing into thin air and reappearing right between them both. Sam didn't need to blink twice before realizing that the figure itself was no other than that damned Angel, Uriel. In an instant, Sam went from nervous and uncertain to annoyed and defensive. "What the hell?"