The tension ticks up within the bounds between them. The air becomes thicker and Sam draws it in as slowly and steadily as before, but feels the added gravity of it in his chest. He doesn't relent from his thoughtful observation, noting how Geralt's straight-to-the-point attitude might appeal to Dean. It hadn't gone over well when Sam had tried it, but then again, Sam has always been a little too close for the kind of grace he wants (although in a drowning supply of the kind he doesn't).

"What I mean," he says, patiently, "is that this isn't a public library. You don't need to observe 'the rules.'" Sam uses air quotes at the end, eyebrows going up. This is, perhaps, not helping in any manner, but its application is technically sincere. It isn't so much a get out as a if you're not comfortable, you don't have to stay here. Despite all of that, the sentiment is still heavily cast in an unfortunate pall of both concern and distrust.

Thing is, it's not just Geralt getting the brunt of this: With Dean's increasing antagonism and distance, Sam has become suspicious of everyone, in part. Himself included.

"Dean mentioned you're a hunter. He says he trusts you," Sam adds as he gestures to one of the other chairs, a silent question he doesn't feel he needs to ask but does out of some sense of courtesy.