Mary chuckled, following shortly behind Sam. "And I'm sure if I asked Dean about it, he'd tell me that you were a perfect saint who never retaliated in these pranks...that you didn't do anything that could have endangered his life or permanently mauled him." She snickered softly, remembering the time Dean told her about Sam gluing his hand to the bottle. To hear Dean tell it, he'd nearly lost a hand. Mary shook her head. "I swear, you boys are going to turn me gray before I turn thirty."
She leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek when he said his last words. "We will. We should make it regular, as I'm certainly not waiting until December to see you again." With a somewhat secretive smile on her face at the thought of the surprise waiting for Sam, Mary followed him through the door.