He would never be that other Sam. Not if he had anything to say about it. And if he had anything to do with it, Dean would never find out that he wasn't the other Sam.
"I haven't really told anyone but you about the fact that I'm not that Sam. I'd appreciate if you could keep it to yourself," he confided in her.
He studied her curiously. She was starting to remind him a little bit of Jo.
"So what's a normal night like for you? You're not a hunter, are you?"