"We always had something driving us," Sam said, "Back there," he refused to call it home, since 'home' was a concept that eluded Sam these days, "we were trying to find a way to get Dean out of a deal. He only had a few months left. Before that, we were trying to kill Yellow Eyes. Before that... well. There is no 'before that', that's what started it all for us. And it wasn't looking very good anyway. But yeah, I hope you're right. There needs to be something better for me out there. I don't even know where to begin looking for it. I'm sure there's something, but after all the shit that we've been through for the past couple years," he sipped his beer and shook his head. "It's hard to get out of that mentality of day-to-day."
Sam looked over at her with a small smile, "What are you hoping for? Maybe getting an outside perspective might help."