"Hey Dean. Where's Gabe?"

"He was tired, so he went lay down."

"Oh."

"What's on your mind, Sammy?"

"I... Dean, I really like it here. I don't want to go home."

"I feel the same way, Sam. But think about it, say we do stay here. Then it doesn't work out for either of our relationships. Then what?"

"Then we'll go back home."

"Sam, we barely have money for food sometimes. I don't want to waste God knows how long here, becoming spoiled, and then having to leave and go back. After we get spoiled, then we'll go home and not know what to do with ourselves."

"Yeah... I understand... But can't we get jobs here?"

"You really want to stay here, don't you?"

"Yes, Dean. I do. I've fallen for Cas and I know you've fallen for Gabe. I would be heartbroken if we have to leave..."

*sigh* "Alright, Sammy. We'll go tomorrow morning and look for jobs."

"Thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome, Sam."