"If it were Sesame Street, you wouldn't be as big of a douche," Sam points out, "And there'd probably be a hell of a lot more counting and singing. You done being the guy in the trash can?" He cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "And it's Tommy. Samuel is my middle name, if you have to be stingy about it."

He's adjusting, Dean. That's a survival trait you'd do well to pick up.

"I owe a few of them piggy back rides for bringing me water. That's how it works. You pay for what you're given." He pulls at the collar of Dean's old jacket before turning back to the wall, drinking his water down quickly. "I'll be here. You going out to look around when the hunters come back in?"