Sam feels decidedly settled once the hug ends, comforted if only for a moment. Dean's still asking questions. Which is fine, Sam will give him whatever answers he has, except what he asks doesn't make sense. Does he mean did he bring Dean here? How could he have when he's pretty sure he's supposed to be dead. And Dean should know that. He'd been right there when the knife had slid into Sam's back.

"How would I have...?" He trails off, his confusion clear in the slant of his eyebrows, concerned frown on his lips. "Uh. Let's get off of the stairs first. There's some empty rooms on the top floor, we can talk there." Mostly because he doesn't want anyone else to know about his 'we might all be dead' theory, and standing and talking here meant anyone in the tree could overhear them if they wished. It would be safe to explain to Dean behind a closed door though, and then maybe his brother could tell him how he died. There was a conversation to look forward to. "Then I can show you around."

He turns to pick up his bow and the quiver of arrows he'd dropped on the lower stairs, slinging the latter across his back. He gives a nod to Dean, gestures upward with the bow in his hand for his brother to start climbing back up the way he'd been coming down.

"Should be one flight up. I'm staying right now in the room I woke up in a few weeks ago, on this floor, but I've got a roommate. Just the guy who also woke up there. I'll move my stuff out of there later though and we can choose an empty room to bunk in."

There's no question in there, just assumed. Like they never question whether to get one room or two at the motels. Sure two would cost more, but it was also about watching each other's backs and staying together. About being family. And in a way probably also just about it being the way they'd grown up.