Sam chuckled, crossing his arms and tipping his head curiously as he watched her. It was true. He wasn't usually this carefree. He just wasn't quite sure he could explain it.
"What, you'd prefer it if I spent every waking moment--and most of the sleeping ones--brooding over the fact that the last time I saw my brother, we parted on less than good terms? The fact that the big guy of the bad guys wants to wear me to the prom--and that we're nowhere near solving the whole apocalypse thing?"