[he was quiet, just thinking over his answer.] It's not normal... but we weren't- raised exactly normal, Dean. Dad raised us like warriors, man... and all we really had were each other, right? [Not like they stayed one place long enough to make any real connections, not many of them. That didn't make this- normal or right, he was pretty sure, it didn't feel nearly as wrong as it should. Probably just another testament to how weird they were and another reason why Sam never felt like he could quite fit in no matter how he tried.]

I'm happy, Dean. [Maybe his life wasn't normal, but it was pretty safe and... he liked it. Liked getting away from hunting, away from Dad. Be lying if he said he thought it could last though. Dad wasn't stupid and Sam knew he'd figure something out eventually... no telling what crap would go down whenever he did.]