"You say that now," Sam teased, pushing his chair back. He stood and dragged it to her side of the table before he settled down beside her. He took a moment to press a kiss to her cheek before he leaned forward and dragged his glass over to their side of the table.
"Every once and a while," Sam told her, "but he liked to drive most of the time. I guess he was more into the feel of the road than I was." Sam had his time when Dean was gone. Both times that he had to spend ages away from his brother. But it really wasn't a thrill to him then. He couldn't think about anything else besides the fact that his brother had been gone. Shaking his head, Sam gave her a thoughtful sort of look before leaning back into his chair again. "So, are you freezing yet?"