"They can't really mug me if I don't have anything in my pockets," he counters. Sure, he's had a close call or two, but what John and Dean doesn't know won't hurt them; even if they knew, it'd hurt Sam more than it'd bother them in the long run. It's hard enough when he's mostly confined to a motel room.

But... Weird. It's really damn weird, how he's talking to him. That he's even talking to him. If it's really Dean, anyway. He bites his lip and holds out the pack for Dean to take one. His posture is one of nervousness, like a zookeeper giving a lion meat. He's not sure what this guy's game is, but this? This is all freaky. He could run away. He could flee, and he's pretty fast, and...

And this isn't like Dean. As he holds out the pack, he says slowly:

"Why - do you want me here?"