“I like to think of myself as pretty damn resilient,” which was more or less the truth. For the moment, he had to say, this was as close to content as he’d been in a while. Call it a night of reunions; coming across Faith and his car at the same time, much as Dean didn’t believe that good things happened, you weren’t going to find him complaining, either. “Sides, you can always kiss it and make it better.” Winking at her, he leaned back against the booth, grabbing the bottle of Jack she had ordered for them with his free hand, pouring a little into each glass.
Briefly glancing around the bar, most people were minding their own business, pretty much what you’d expect. “Things aren’t so bad,” lifting his glass, he downed the contents, already used to the slow burn that traveled down his throat. “Always a silver lining. I didn’t have to kick anyone’s ass after finding ‘em in the backseat of the impala with you.”