"I can take the library, if you want. Kind of my thing." Sam rubbed an eyebrow as something occurred to him. "I think I know a psychic, though. Real deal." If there was anything that was the real deal, it was Nimue. Besides, he needed his phone back. Maybe trade it for an apology. "We could ask Dean to help, he might be able to find more psychics. Seems like he's been around here longer than me."
Sam didn't have too much that he could really say to the Angel-Buffy thing. It seemed supremely awkward; he thought about it a little more, and he could definitely see it being awkward. "I see." And he did, right up until Fred made it clear that 'really evil guy' wasn't a metaphor. In Sam's world, you couldn't really tell if vampires had a soul or not. Even the existence of souls couldn't technically be proved. "...Right."