[ Sam was still feeling pretty furious, even if it was hard to be angry with the offer of being taken out for food in the Impala. But that didn't stop him from thrusting his balled fists into his pockets and making the whole walk over after Dean a parade of grumpiness. His shoulders were hunched, his expression pinched and stormy - If you keep glowering like that then when the wind blows on it it'll get stuck that way -- and he made sure to scuff his shoes with every step.

Out the door they went, then across to the car, and he didn't look at Dean at all the whole time. When he sank down into the passenger's side seat, it didn't even occur to him to protest the possibility that they might end up at Plucky Pennywhistles. It was just good enough that he was going out in the car with just Dean, that he got to sit up front, and even if his brother wasn't going to let him pick out the music, at least he got to see over the dashboard for a change.

He was sullen and quiet until the care was moving. ]

I just want to know what it was like. Having a home, a place that you know. [ A pause. ] I want to know if I'd recognize it. I know I wasn't there for very long, and you're not supposed to have memories of being a baby, but maybe I would. Maybe. Maybe I'd know it was home too.