[He offers a little smile, waving him to follow. Since the fog's lifting and leaving the actual sky to look at, Sammy's been eager to greet a real sun every morning. Much to Dean's henning, anyway. What? If something tries to carry him off the roof, he'll just start stabbing.]

Sure, c'mon. Just don't fall off the roof, okay?

I'm pretty sure Dean'll ground me for a year straight if you break something 'cus I brought you up here.