Sam gave a chuckle, "Bobby punish me?" He shook his head. At least Ellen wasn't here, now she would. She would stand on a stool if she had to in order to hit him on the back of the head.
Sam reached out, taking it from her, pulling it open and taking a bite. When he was a kid, they hardly got these unless Dean stole them. "Dean loved these too." Sam leaned against the counter. "I'm handy for that."
"I also make a pretty good body guard too," Sam offered up in a teasing way. He pushed away from the counter and moved over to sit at the table, offering her a chair before folding his taller form down into another.
"You know," He paused not sure how to put it, "How you knew Dean but this is kind of a shock of sorts that he even sent you a letter. I mean, really, honestly, and your probably don't want to know this but Dean wasn't really known for long term relationships. I guess it's a strange way of saying, you must have left some kind of... well good impression on him."