Sam could picture it now, Dean unleashing his golem on the unsuspecting public and causing a national catastrophe. Might've come in handy against Crowley though. And it made Sam feel like less of a freak for being tall.
He took a sip of his drink and set the glass back down, rubbing at tired eyes. "Yeah. Soon. I just wanna finish these last few pages up..." He'd been working almost non-stop and the words were beginning to blur. He might have to give in for the night.
"You know... Bobby would've loved this place." He tilted his head back to look up at Dean, practically resting back against him.