Sam's handshake is strong, but not the kind where he's trying to crush somebody else's hand. Just like somebody who is a little stronger than he always realizes. With calluses from various kinds of weapons. And pens.

"Any relation to Aleister?" He couldn't remember off the top of his head if the man had ever had kids, though he'd slept around enough that he might not have known. And he didn't think he'd been an only child. "That's a weird coincidence, though. I know a guy back home named Crowley, too."