"Sounds like some good plans... except I don't know how much more we can really spoil Ozzy, dude."

He shrugged when Dean asked him the same question, tipping his head down to nuzzle at his chest, just thinking. "... I don't know. I'd--" They hadn't really talked about anything like this, just been winging it for the most part. Or that's how it felt, but... "I'd like to try to find some place to settle in again. I mean, we can't spend the rest of our lives on the road, dude. Well, we could, but..."

It was too much like before and Sam was still not quite eager to embrace the old life style again.