A shrug, a shake of his head, sending getting-long-hair flying a little. But Sam's eyes don't immediately pull from the north.

"I'm not sure," he replies, once he's looking at her again - or near her, squinting in the sunlight, still hunched and still. "Probably doesn't matter."

From the look on Dean's face whenever he spoke of Lawrence, he's not sure the trip would be worth getting punched.