[ Knocking on that kitchen island they're sitting at, he finally gets up and claps Sam on the back. It's hard to really let this all sink in, and he's just as wary as Sam is that it's not going to last. But for right now? He just wants to appreciate what they have. ]

Better than what we had in camp too.

[ Dinner time at camp had been a little less formal. There was some community spirit, but the longer he was there the more Dean started to pull himself away from it. Sequestered himself into his own darkness, alone with everything he knew he had to do.

He forces a brighter smile and rounds that island to pull the stew pot away from the stove. There's enough left for Cas whenever he wants it. Enough to transfer over into tupperware and that's almost as weird as the whole dinner table thing. He's a tupperware guy now? ]

Movin' up in the world.

[ There's a moment where he's hoping that kind of comment will just get left alone for what it is. This isn't their world and there's so much they're up against. But just for this moment in time? Dean's going to enjoy it. ]

I was thinkin' about firing up the grill tomorrow for burgers. You in?