>>“No...I mean, I used to, sure. Pretty much, uh, all of it really. But we kinda stopped staying places with kitchens about the time Sleeping Beauty there started 3rd grade.”
“Yeah, you did say you guys pretty much live out of motels,” she remembers, hopping up to perch herself on the counter next to where Dean is shaping the patties so that she's looking down at him while he works, swinging her heels a bit unconsciously. “That actually sounds pretty cool. You know I've only even stayed in one once? There's no one mom trusts to watch the bar, I mean, she trusts Ash but he's not really good with, uh, watching things, you know... sober...” she trails off and laughs, “but, yeah, so we haven't really gone anywhere for a vacation or anything since dad died but when I was little mom took me to visit my grandparents across the state and we stayed in a motel on the way and I just remember thinking it was so cool to just go all day and not even stop long enough to make your own bed.” She realizes she's rambling a bit and grimaces sheepishly at him, “But I guess not making your own bed is about as cool as it gets when you're ten.” Unless you're already learning to shoot at that age, she thinks, remembering Dean's stories from the other day and suddenly feeling young and a little dumb. “So you had to cook and watch Sam all the time and stuff? Did you mind that? I mean, I always bugged my parents about a younger sibling but everyone I know who has one seems to complain all the time about them.” She adds, redirecting the conversation back to Dean's life which seems a lot more interesting than middle-of-nowhere-Nebraska even if they are just talking about cooking and sibling-watching. Then the last strains of REO fade out and she raises her eyebrows at Dean as if to say 'your move hotshot.'