"What was in New Zealand?" It's interesting to think that they could travel now. Differently than back home, of course, though Sam is kinda wondering if Dean would be able to handle Santa's sleigh for flying better than an airplane.

Maybe if he was in the middle.

Sam sets his book aside with a grin. "Hey, Dan." It's not that he doesn't know this sort of place is uncomfortable for his friend. But Sam's always been the researcher and books are a safe place for him.

He stretches with a yawn that isn't really necessary for him, then scratches at the back of his head. "Other than having sat here too long? I'm fine. It's too easy to lose track of time, I'm finding, but that's just something I'm going to have to get used to? How about you? How're you handling things?"