[Dean had already forgotten most of that argument. She hated fighting with Sam. Any time they could get past it quickly and with lots of kissing, she was thrilled.]

[She squeezed his hand and followed him out to the car. Their stuff went int he back seat and she climbed into the driver's seat, patting the steering wheel lightly. It was nice letting Sam drive her around for a while, but she was glad to be back in the saddle again. She glanced over at her brother.] Ready?