"It, uh - " He stares at her, squinting for a minute. What. She asks it so frankly that Sam can't help but wonder, vaguely, if he's sunk into a dream state of some kind. Wouldn't be the first time. He can't and doesn't bother to hide his surprise when he continues. "Yeah, actually. I mean, wasn't really meant to end like this, but I think it's - it should be temporary."

God, he hopes so. Fuzzy as his thought process is, Sam can still vaguely recognize that Gates of Hell and falling angels are not really the ideal buzzwords to start off with when meeting someone new.

"I was outside," he admits. That part's completely true. "Abandoned church, with my brother. Next thing I know - " He breaks off with a shrug and a meaningful lift of his eyebrows. Skip right over the Heaven and Hell bits, at least for now.