Sam took the plate and fork from Corbie and then raised an eyebrow to see if she was going to pick up some for herself. It wasn't like toasting or anything, but it sort of felt like he should wait, since it was her birthday.

"It's weird, but I don't really know that many people who have siblings." Except Molls and she had so many that probably didn't work the same way. "Or maybe it's just that I'm always running into people when something bad just happened to their only sibling..." Being a hunter was kind of like being a cop that way. You were always meeting people on the worst days of their lives.