> Yeah, okay, let's hear you sing and we'll see if we wouldn't rather hear hair
Dean glances in Sam's direction, anticipating some jibe about his singing (or what passes for it anyway; sure, it lacks for subtlety or tunefulness, but more than makes up for it in enthusiasm and potential-for-Sam-annoyance) - Don't you freakin' dare, bitch - but Sam's heading back towards sleep and so he just turns his attention back to Jo. “Put something halfway decent on and I'll consider it”
He winks at her and goes back to chopping bacon.
> Wouldn't give him any ideas if I were you. Can you imagine that conversation with your dad? Especially the hippie part
… well, there goes any doubt that 'Uncle John' and 'Dad' are the same person, he thinks wryly, unsure whether that's reassuring or opening an old wound. Whatever; frankly it's not really worth caring about in the grand scheme of things, and he should just move the hell on already and stop begrudging Jo whatever relationship she and John had – if nothing else, she's earned the right to be considered 'one of the family' in the way Bobby and Pastor Jim are (not the way Dad and Sam are, that's different) over the last day. It's just that's easier said than done...
No, wait, they're being normal here. Normal kids comparing notes about an overly-strict father. Nothing remarkable in that. Right. Normal he can do.
“Ye-ah” - his laugh is a little too awkward, granted - “That'd be fun" - and he can't think of anything to follow that up with which doesn't feel like breaking some sacred family circle of trust or whatever. He shrugs, rubs his forehead with the back of his wrist, and tries to re-direct the conversation. "So, what's next?"