"Alright." If he felt the need to go stateside. Right. Rubbing the back of his neck, he just got back to what he was doing with the car. "Oh yeah?" He asked and grinned a little. "Hmm, never had it."
He watched as Sam came over and watched him while he worked, raising an eyebrow when he started talking about the girls.
"Correction, Emily is nice, Solvei ... dude, she's somethin' else and Faith? You just gotta get to know her. Don't let her talk you down. Sam ... my Sam, they'd get in little bitch fights, it was pretty entertainin', especially when we were all drunk ..." he smiled, thinking of the memory and it kinda faded because this Sam had no clue what he was talking about.
"Either way, she's cool. She's hard, but cool."
Once the next item on the list was fixed, he took a step back and grabbed his beer, finishing that one off. Looking at the bottle, he remembered what Faith said and maybe she was right. Burying shit in a bottle. Hey, at least it wasn't whiskey. Jack has not been kind to Dean lately.
"So, tell me about you, you doin' okay since Vegas?"