Hearing her laugh at all, and seeing her smile helped remind him of why he was here with her in the first place. So when she embraced him like that, he buried his face down against her hair, kissing the top of her head, and just... letting himself enjoy her being there again. His hand slid down around her hip, and rested there, as he breathed in the scent of her hair. He realized he still wanted her, wasn't sure how long that had even been true, and tried really damn hard not to think about that question as she repositioned herself with her head on his stomach. He smiled back a little, noticing the way her cheeks flushed.

Best to keep talking.

"Well, the fireworks... dissolved into gunshots. From when we... anyways, then Sam was gone, so I went back to the car, and that's when... Cas started talkin' to me through the radio. Told me where I was. That it wasn't a dream. It was actually heaven. He told me to keep... following the road I was on to find Sammy. Sure enough it took me a house, and when I went inside, there was Sam, all cleaned up for Thanksgiving dinner. It was one of his memories - when he was eleven and ... " This was the part that was hard. Had been hard even to talk to Sam about at the time. "It was his first 'real' Thanksgiving. With this girl he knew, and her family. Apparently he didn't count the ones we had with Dad." The bitterness in his voice was palpable, and his fingers clenched against her slightly.