Anna found herself smiling at his words. "Okay," she replied easily. She shouldered the bag with one hand and took up his hand in the other. She felt like this was familiar, like she had held someone's hand before, but it was a vague, unreachable memory and she found herself unable to decipher it beyond just the feeling the gesture brought to life. It was from her human days and most of it, like her moments with Dean, were flashes, snatches of feelings, before her angelic robot ways put her back in her place. Still, when she was around Dean, she felt human and sometimes, she even believed that she was for a little while. Like when he kissed her or held her that day, she felt human...she felt love.
She pulled him towards the door and outside. A small amount of excitement filled her as she opened the door and carefully placed the bag in the backseat. Turning to Dean, her smile brightened. "Does this mean I get to ride up front with you? Or "shotgun" as you call it."