"Oh man. That would be something, wouldn't it?" Dean had to laugh at the mental image of Sam suddenly being a lot smaller after getting touched by the angel. It was pretty great. He'd have to remember that for days when his thoughts got away from him.
"Definitely got to get the pie." If there wasn't pie, Dean was pretty sure that meant they didn't have food in the house. Some people it was bread and milk, for him, it was a pie sitting in the fridge, whether he wanted a slice of it right then or not.
"Sounds good." Dean said as he slid into the car and turned it on, listening to the rumble of life and adjusting the radio down a little bit. "I'd bet it's all good." Something about this place, still felt a little too good to be true, but given the choice, Dean wanted to be here.