[ Sam eyes the whole spectacle, leaned and only briefly startled by the enormity of Dean's wings. It isn't as if he hasn't seen anything like it before, but this is his big (little) brother and something about the whole of it — especially given their histories — doesn't fully sit right.

Nevermind the obvious. ]

Okay, yeah, weird gift. If I grow horns and a tail this Christmas, we might be in real trouble.

[ Huffing, Sam turns back to face ahead, fingers steepled in front of his mouth and elbows on his knees. ]

Is the blade a gift, too? Conceptually.

[ He's interested in Dean's impression, whether one is considered as troublesome as the other. Near as he can figure, those wings aren't known to drive a person to extremes, but Dean doesn't exactly appear to be embracing this change. ]