"I'm still not sure where those things are coming from." Sam was doing his best to ignore the fact that Dean had faceplanted, more for his brother's sake than his own. Because laughing wouldn't be a good idea in the least.

Even if it was funny.

"Though the fact that you can find your Sig is something, I guess. I mean, you have a certain attachment to it." Though he knew that Dean had pulled a lot of different stuff out of his jacket by now. "Having some weapon is better than nothing right now."

He rolled his shoulders, looking around where they'd come out. "Another day, another forest."