"Now you know as much as I do. Ever hear of this 'Men of Letters' thing?"
It was an empty question because Sam was pretty sure Dean would have shared if he had heard anything substantial.
"Dad said he up and left," he said, referring to Henry. "I wonder if there was another reason."
After all, there was always the chance that those who worked with the supernatural might not come home. And if their loved ones didn't know...
Sam looked at Dean, still a little lost.
"Or it could be a coincidence. Or the City's screwing with us. But usually it likes to bring in things from people's home worlds from what I've seen. Not always, but..."
Sam spread his hands out, indicating that he had no answers. He took a deep breath and tried to convince himself that the potential family connection didn't matter all that much.
"Either way, this place is going to be a huge help, don't you think?"