"Yeah, Dean seems to have guilt, and the other Sams did, too. I'm going to call the Sam previous to you, the one missing that important bit. I'm going to call him anti-Sam. He's you, only not. You could say Soulless Sam, but that's a mouthful. It's possibly more true, but if you and your anti-self came into contact, kaboom. Or perhaps a..." Fred managed to make a sound one might imagine a vacuum or implosion into nothingness would sound like. With a nice pbtht on the end.
"Actually, you could help me by letting me help you. Giving me something to think about would be wonderful. I can think about my issue all day, and make many hypotheses, but I really could use a small distraction. So anything I can help with, or is it top secret hunter stuff?" She wasn't teasing with that question. She hadn't exactly fully relaxed with him, but that could only been seen in the shoulders perhaps. Or the way she held her hands. Right now, her hands were full of things, so it was more in the shoulders, a little drawn up.
The brainy female was already moving before he could answer. Not directly to the work station he'd chosen, but to one nearby. She set her things down, rearranging it all for optimal snacking.