Had he come to speak with Geralt? Sam doesn't particularly feel as if that had been his intetion when he'd set out, but as with so many other things, he's found himself in pursuit of a purpose without even realizing. Now that he's here, Sam can say for certain that it was curiosity about Geralt that's landed him here.

"Yeah, why not," he reasons, his face turned into the blowing wind. It lacks the necessary nonchalance to signify the same sort of connection he might share with Dean, but Sam is trying. When it comes to Geralt, much like Benny, the difficulty comes in knowing (one way or another) what's best for his brother. As it stands, the Witcher's influence has certainly provided more positive influence than Sam's, especially as of late.

Of course, no conversation can start that way, so Sam lets his curiosity lead him. "This is where you're from? It's nice." The deep breath he takes in reminds him of home, but only in the most minor ways, like a whiff of something familiar. "Has my brother claimed a room yet? He—" Sam laughs, shaking his head. "He goes all-in for the family gig."