The longer the meeting went on the more Sam felt out of his element. If his brother hadn't been off getting laid -- not that he was jealous, nope, not one bit -- he was sure that Dean would feel the same way. Their work was pretty cut and dry. There were good guys and bad guys. The bad guys were either already dead or not human, so killing them wasn't an issue. The only exceptions they'd run into were possessions -- *shudder* -- and a few cases of the criminally insane. For the latter they could leave the crazies for the authorities to deal with.

This place, though... Dharma seemed to be run by regular, mortal humans. Sadistic, sure, but Sam didn't think he could kill one of them in cold blood. Dean, neither. Scott... maybe, after what he'd seen in the office. Sam was still resentful about whatever psychic crap the guy had tried on him the other day. It was a far cry from how Max had used his abilities, but still...

And what was this ancient technology? The control panels and notion of temporal barriers seemed pretty damn high tech. After volunteering to help John take stock of the supplies, Sam turned to Daniel, who spoke way too many obscure languages for a soldier. "Question. Ancient technology? None of this seems ancient to me."