"I'd have an unlimited access to it, Faith," Sam said brightly, "so I could always sneak some more for treasuring if I needed to. In the meantime, I'm gonna go ahead and make myself a tiny bit rich, if you don't mind."
He certainly wasn't going to argue with her on that one. Shaking his head, Sam pulled out the keys to his truck and laughed. "You don't have to tell me that. I'm just waiting for the proposal." Maybe if he got Dean drunk enough. There was a thought.
"Yeah," Sam said, nodding toward the truck. "You wanna drive or walk? There's a place around the corner from here."