A measure of disappointment is tempered by Sam's general lack of surprise and he nods slowly as Geralt commits to a noncommittal answer. Sam, of course, feels he needs no more than those few details to understand a whole hell of a lot more about everything that's going on. And damn if he isn't both glad for it and frustrated by it, particularly since he's feeling ever more like he's stepped into all of this a (fabulous) hair too late.

Sam sighs, then, a hand pushing through his hair. "Thanks. For the insight," he says, haltingly, lips pressed into a straight line that could be a smile but probably measures equally as consternation. He leans back in the chair, exhibiting more comfort without actually feeling it. Despite his obvious concerns, one thing does become increasingly clear: Geralt is close enough to Dean that the trust between them is starkly mutual; Dean would never share a serious shortcoming, even pressed, if that weren't the case. 

"Is it possible we're exacerbating the situation?" Sam doesn't pause in including himself as a potentially unsettling influence.