Sam leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to get a grip on everything, nodding. Temporary... hopefully, it was all temporary. "Yeah... yeah, okay."

He let out a breath and dropped a hand, looking at Dean. "Feel like going out? Maybe grab some dinner..."

That'd be a lot better than sitting around, thinking about this crap. Figured Dean probably wasn't any more comfortable with it than him anyway.