Sam didn't really understand why the name should be a sore spot for Dean. In contrast, his eyebrows rose and his eyes lit up at the name that seemed a confirmation that they were actually talking to an X-man. The part of him that had grown up on the cartoons and comics couldn't help but feel a little surge of gler. Not that he was going to be the one to tell Wolverine about any of those things. No, he could be careful about this one. Dealing with the City was enough of a shock without finding out that people drew entertainment from your life story. After all, Sam knew all too well how that felt.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean," he gestured to his brother. "So you've at least heard a little of what's going on, then? Have you found a place to stay yet? Sometimes the City gives new arrivals a key or something."
And sometimes, the City was a bastard and made people look awhile. But Sam was going to hope for the first option.