Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course. I wouldn't expect to be anywhere near above the french fries on your list of important things." He dragged his white shirt out and pushed an arm through a sleeve. "But, uh, yeah. I guess I am flattered. Didn't think I'd be high priority in a demons life before." He frowned, pausing halfway through pulling the other sleeve up his arm. "I mean, besides Azazel. But that was completely different." He yanked his collar up and began to pull his jeans off next.
She was watching him. Sort of. Sam found that he both did and didn't mind at the same time. She was supposed to be watching the front. Plus, her looking at him like that did nothing to help keep him focused on the case. Sam locked eyes with her for a moment before he rolled his eyes again and set back to work on dressing.
"What? Cars aren't already our thing?" He lifted his waist up to pull the jeans down, the action resulting in a sudden thumping noise from the back. Scowling, Sam dropped back into the seat and brought a hand up, rubbing at the spot in which he had managed to smack his head against the ceiling. "Stupid - I don't see why these things have to be so small, you should get a...a truck. Something like that." He kicked his jeans off and reached for his pants.