Dean bit his lip, reaching out for the door and closing it as Mika stepped into the drivers seat.  He was glad that they were getting moving, as he couldn’t stand much more of socializing at this time…even from afar.  When she caught onto what was bothering him, he cleared his throat and nodded his head, thinking about Sam’s few hunts he had been on, and how well he did.  He continued nodding, glancing over at her, “I know he will be.  He’s tougher than I ever was…”

At the words, he cleared his throat once more and opened his Pork Rinds, taking a bite with a small smile.  He knew Sam would be safe wherever he was, and that most things they hunted wouldn’t be near him, as they were usually more concerned with John.  Sam was better off without them both.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, before cheering, “Ghosts in Minnesota!”