Sam managed a polite nod to Selena's welcome, more interested in nosing the soft patch of skin just behind Anne's ear.
"I think I need a minute." He admitted. The whole experience had been a giant headrush, and he'd taken hold of Anne to keep him steady. "I didn't tell anyone what I was planning to do, so...I've been in my head alot lately."
When he and Dean had had their Tex-Mex adventure, he'd studied his brother and the contented look that swept across his face when the conversation turned to Bela. He saw the way his mother still, still after all that time, looked at his father. He wanted all of that, with Anne.