[ Everybody makes mistakes seems less than a good summary of how he feels about his own life so far. Not that it matters. If he could etch the words 'find your purpose' into the inside of his eyelids maybe he'd try. It's a hard notion to keep hold of a lot of the time.

Either way he lets it slide, just nods slowly while giving Sam an appraising kind of look before turning his attention back to his bowl of stew. At least it's slightly less hot than the sun now? ]

This place is a freakin' trip. Been here since July and every month brings something new and fun to discover.

[ The sarcasm is thick, oozing all over his words. Not that he thinks Sam would have missed the tone of his words. Maybe he sounds a little like a commercial for Six Flags. ]

Me and Cas were talking about going to check out the sinkholes that opened up. He heard something about one of 'em being full of--

[ He pauses, considers his stew again and shrugs a shoulder, shovelling a spoonful into his mouth. The next words he says are from around his food. ]

Umbilical cords.