Sam felt a little homesick listening to her talk about Bobby and Dean and the shop. It surprised him... before, he wouldn't allow himself to feel anything like wanting to go home. Lately, though, it's been on his mind. He really hopes he won't have to stay here much longer. Well, hopes they won't have to stay much longer.

Which is something he needs to tell Ellen about, but how to approach it...?

"I'm... good. Better." He smiles and ducks his head, trying to think of just the right words. Then he gives a mental shrug and just decides to spit it out. It's not like falling for a guy is the strangest thing she'll have heard of him doing. "I kind of... met somebody. Here. We're trying to keep each other stable. Although, he's kind of better at it than I am."