He's had that thought before, but in terms of running away. From his father, a man convinced that both of his boys were going to grow up to be hunters - and it's all Sam has ever wanted out of yet young life, to be accepted by both his older brother and John, until he'd realized that here was more to life than practically living in the backseat of the Impala and changing schools every two weeks.

He's thought about it. Can't help but to think about it when he lies awake in bed on the nights that sleep doesn't come easily, and he's left staring at a water-stained ceiling with his hands folded over his chest in silent contemplation.

He isn't thinking to expect any company when she comes in on their little two-person fireworks display, but at the sound of her voice he turns to face her, the flashes of light and color from the second piece Dean has lit for himself splashing everything around them in vibrant greens and blues, purples and yellows. "Sure!" He's beaming, and even though Dean tosses a cursory glance over his shoulder at the newcomer, he doesn't say anything.

Instead, for a small moment, his expression falls. "Uh, this isn't like, private property or anything, is it? We're not gonna get in trouble?" Now, he hears his brother scoffing in the background, as if to say like hell we will, regardless of the answer.