"I can't imagine that," Sam said quietly, a little wistful and a little angry, but not enough of either to scowl at her. "Dad barely ever sat down for dinner at all that I can remember." Definitely not the last few times they had seen him. Or, well, he had, but they were all so tense it hadn't really felt like sitting. "Dean probably has different memories. They got along a lot better than Dad and I ever did."