"Yeah, well-" the possibility of having to be buried alive at the bottom of the ocean for all eternity would definitely take the wind out of ones sails. "Nothing changed, Sam. It's just more of the same really." Happiness with whoever he wanted. Yeah, sure, that was just so easy to do, wasn't it? "You know, maybe I should look into getting a massage. Good idea."
Dean moved through the hall and took Sam up the stairs to where the spacious infirmary was and motioned for Sam to take a seat on the table. There was a tray already set up with the proper items needed for sewing up a wound, everything nicely sterilized. At this point in his life he was pretty sure he could do simple sutures with his eyes closed. "Dude, there's even a little fucking morgue in here. How cool is that?"