"You'll always have the coolest car," Sam told his brother as he walked out, wearing his winter coat and a hat, the gloves in his pockets for now. They were going into the woods to cut down a tree in the snow, he wasn't going to underdress for that.

He walked over to the Impala and got into the passenger seat, feeling that instant wave of familiarity. Not enough to combat the ball of icy lead permanently at the pit of his stomach since their argument, but whatever. He listened to the song that was playing, unsurprised to hear one from the usual selection. Matteo never changed. He didn't want him to change. He just wished Matteo would be all right with Sam changing.

"You know a good place to drive to? Bobby named a few."