Sam, on the other hand, cared a great deal. His brother had said in the past that he cared too much, but that had been a long time ago and a lot had happened since then. He was aware he was being selfish and that everyone trapped in Marrowood was sort of dependant on each other if they were going to survive, or maybe even make it out of there. But for the first few days after Dean's disappearance he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd been in situations like that too often to count and he found it was easier to deal with the initial onslaught of emotion by dulling it with alcohol. After a week or so he usually realised it wouldn't solve anything and he found he was in a better frame of mind to be proactive again.
He nodded to Stiles, partly in greeting and partly in agreement, before stepping over the threshold into the apartment. "So...you wanted to talk to me?"