Amélie and Spencer
"Indeed- but in 2013 - when we are - and with so many damned Americans round these parts - including ERNEST FUCKING HEMINGWAY - who I STILL need to kiss, of course...!" He grinned lopsided at his little girl, as he mentioned the whole thing he'd had - what felt like so many years ago, to him, at least - with Ernest FUCKING Hemingway... He also recalled how she'd mentioned how bloody embarrassed she'd be to see such a thing as him kissing the famous author on the lips - but frankly, he was up for embarrassing his sweet little daughter just a touch if it meant actually being able to say that he had kissed ERNEST FUCKING HEMINGWAY! "Only.. I guess I'd best get on top of that whole Life's Goal soon-ish - before, you know, I require garden shears to tame my hair..." He giggled a little...
And then, of course, outright guffawed as his sweet little girl mentioned the possibility of him driving a car! "Oh sweetheart, no, I didn't... I mean, I always take the Metro, and let other people drive me around in the Real World - and of course, I think that Dean Winchester would have killed me if I'd asked for driving lessons inside his "baby"..."