There was the Sam Winchester she usually expected. Not that he wasn't happy or sort of happy or at least smiled sometimes, but there was something going on in that head of his that he just didn't want to let go. Fred did a great job of reminding him, didn't she?
"It's green. Everything is green. It's scary how green. Even my underwear is green. Which is sort of weird because usually I don't care if my unmentionables match, just sort of glad I have them. Though there is something freeing about not having to worry about wearing underwear." She was now in her own special place, or just talking to cover the awkward.
"You can't wear what you don't have, now can you?" She looked up at him, quickly deciding to change the topic. "It's green. The City must have it in its head it's a good time to go green. Which is a really weird thing to say. October 2009. I don't think you were from there, then, not the other you."