"Naw, Sam, I'm sure you managed to piss of plenty of people in this city since you got here, the odds were that I would run into one of them." The brothers had a habit of pissing people off, whether it was law enforcement or angry demons or bystanders who didn't like them poking their noses in. And, catching a look at Sam, Deam beamed. There he was, just as he remembered him since he was a kid--Dean's scowling, pouting puppy of a younger brother. Dean loved to aggravate him, whether it was with pranks or the way he shamelessly used the credit cards or the talent he had with flirting with attractive women. Perhaps it was because he felt so incredibly alive now, but he wanted to do everything, he wanted to eat, and sleep, and play pranks on Sam, and see his Impala--
"Where's my baby?" He asked, shoving the credit card into his pocket without another glance at the cookies. They could eat their fill at the diner and Dean could clog his arteries past the point of reason in a few minute. First Dean wanted to see the car again, sit behind the wheel. It was just a car, but it was as close to home as he had ever had, and it was his most prized possession.