Sam sighed and laughed at the same time, drawing his beautiful girlfriend into his arms for a hug and a kiss.
"Hi, honey. How are you? I'm fine. That's good." he smiled, teasing her. He looked at the car in his front driveway/terrace. It was a pretty sweet ride.
"Firebird? Wow. Dean'll bust a nut. Is it a stick? Or manual? Do you even know what that is? Because you're not learning stick on that, princess. You'll ruin it."
Sam felt happier than he had in years, evidenced by his well meaning teasing and his smile complete with dimples. Anne made everything better.