Dean blinked and grinned. "Dude. Friday the 13th marathon?" He looked hopefully at his brother, laughing.
"I'll use a fake passport. Don't think the bar owner'll even care. I look my age, kiddo." Sam could look terribly young at times, but Dean usually looked his age. "All dogs are hairy, Sam. I figure I'll go to a shelter and find one." Dean almost bounced in his seat, but managed to stop himself. But there was one thing he wanted to know.
"Do you... do we - still hunt?" It was important. It would change his life if the answer was negative.