That deep breath and the sign that follows it tells Kara before he even says it aloud that he's going to want to, for his own peace of mind, remind her that this discussion stays between them. When things get really deep, he tends to say that. So Kara crosses her heart with her first finger and nods. "Totally between us," she promises.
Her eyes move to the bottle, watching the subtle movement of it and hearing the way the liquid sloshes around inside. Kara's head leans back against the seat and she pulls one of her legs up, bent at the knee, and wraps her arms around it. Sometimes she forgets how human the Winchesters are. Sometimes, until Dean says something like that, she forgets how breakable her best friend is and how any hunt could be his last. She can't say the same for herself. Kara's damn near indestructible and a part of her wonders absently for a moment if Winn couldn't come up with some kind of suits for Sam and Dean to wear, not too unlike the one he made for Jimmy. Which, by the way, she's still upset about. Not that it matters right now.
She smiles a little, weakly, as he describes a different life the way he'd like to see it. She's a little surprised about the mention of the dog, but she's seen him with kids. It doesn't surprise her at all that he wishes he had them. A little snort escapes her at the mention of the van. "I mean...it kind of isn't, anymore, but I'll let that slide because I'm pretty sure your wife would still buy a minivan. I figure you'd marry the kind of woman who would do it just to spite you because you make the cutest face when you're trying really hard not to look mad," she says playfully, sighing softly.
"...do you ever think about quitting? Letting other hunters do it?" Kara asks, although she's pretty sure she already knows the answer. Maybe he's thought about it, but nothing he's probably seriously considered. She knows the feeling. Although, she's Kryptonian. It takes a lot to take her down and if she did have children, she imagines they'd be equally as durable, or at least close to it. They certainly wouldn't have to worry too much about her dying on them. "I always wanted a puppy. Jeremiah and Eliza always said no. ...and now I live by myself but I'm never home enough and pet deposits and blah," she sighs. "But kids, though...for kids, I'd change. I'd give it up for a while, I really would..."
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Her eyes move to the bottle, watching the subtle movement of it and hearing the way the liquid sloshes around inside. Kara's head leans back against the seat and she pulls one of her legs up, bent at the knee, and wraps her arms around it. Sometimes she forgets how human the Winchesters are. Sometimes, until Dean says something like that, she forgets how breakable her best friend is and how any hunt could be his last. She can't say the same for herself. Kara's damn near indestructible and a part of her wonders absently for a moment if Winn couldn't come up with some kind of suits for Sam and Dean to wear, not too unlike the one he made for Jimmy. Which, by the way, she's still upset about. Not that it matters right now.
She smiles a little, weakly, as he describes a different life the way he'd like to see it. She's a little surprised about the mention of the dog, but she's seen him with kids. It doesn't surprise her at all that he wishes he had them. A little snort escapes her at the mention of the van. "I mean...it kind of isn't, anymore, but I'll let that slide because I'm pretty sure your wife would still buy a minivan. I figure you'd marry the kind of woman who would do it just to spite you because you make the cutest face when you're trying really hard not to look mad," she says playfully, sighing softly.
"...do you ever think about quitting? Letting other hunters do it?" Kara asks, although she's pretty sure she already knows the answer. Maybe he's thought about it, but nothing he's probably seriously considered. She knows the feeling. Although, she's Kryptonian. It takes a lot to take her down and if she did have children, she imagines they'd be equally as durable, or at least close to it. They certainly wouldn't have to worry too much about her dying on them. "I always wanted a puppy. Jeremiah and Eliza always said no. ...and now I live by myself but I'm never home enough and pet deposits and blah," she sighs. "But kids, though...for kids, I'd change. I'd give it up for a while, I really would..."