Sam chuckled and returned one of the kisses. It had been another night of not all that much sleep but when he had slept, he'd slept well. He supposed Dean might not be too happy when he got back, though he had left a note for his brother. Not that he'd simply assumed that he would spend the night with Fred, but he'd made it clear that he might not be back until the morning.
In some ways, he was happier than he'd been in years. In others, he could feel the slow erosion on his mind of all of the memories that he was still just trying to find ways to deal with.
For now, he shoved those thoughts out of his mind and pulled Fred closer for yet another kiss.
"You just tell me when and I'd be happy to meet Cordy," he told her.
He was glad for Fred that one of her friends had ended up here, even if getting stuck here wasn't a fate he'd wish on anyone.