Already feeling fairly pleasant from the afternoon spent with his Mom, Sam hefted some of the bags that he had loaded up on during their shopping trip and slid out of Impala. Shaking some of his hair out of his eyes, Sam leaned to the side and waited for Mary to step out into the open, instantly flashing her a grin when she did.
"So it was like I was saying before," he began, picking up from a conversation that he had obviously started within the vehicle, "the entire thing was obviously his fault. I mean, a guy could choke to death when you stuff a spoon down his throat while he's sleeping. It's not right." Moving around the Impala, Sam led the way back to the house, continuing on about his dissatisfaction toward the quality of Dean's pranks.
When he hit the door, Sam set a few bags aside and yanked it open for Mary. "Do you think we could do this again? Maybe on your birthday?"