"Gifted young people," Dean repeated, trying to wrap his head around what that meant. He had his brother (who had demon blood in him) yet still, his first thought was of intelligence rather than any supernatural ability and he couldn't help it but smile faintly. "Oh, I never doubted that you were gifted, Sally. You seem plenty smart to me."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He didn't have much experience making friends, but he sensed a kindred spirit here, which made it easier. "Hopefully you two take it easy on me. I'm still a little broke up after that accident. That tree just wouldn't get out've the way," he joked.