Amazing how easily Dean doesn't miss a single step. He's envious. And really, if Sam has suspicions that Dean is anything but utterly, vocally ecstatic about his appearance, it's not because of how Dean is acting. As always, Dean's enthusiasm brightens Sam in a wary way. There are times when he'll do just about anything to keep Dean from worrying. Of course, there are other times when Sam will string him along like a puppet only to cut the strings and watch him crumple, but that's not today and it's never meant to be any day, really.

"Well." Sam laughs. "Honestly, I don't blame her." Looking at the ornery horse, he feels almost as if they're eye-to-eye (probably because they are). Stepping closer, he holds out a hand and waits for Karen to give a sniff. She doesn't seem uninterested, but the flare of white in her eye signals Sam to leave her be for the moment.

He turns back to Dean, hands held together in front of him like he's patting dough. "So, now what? Hitch a ride with a caravan?"

As Sam stands there expectantly, Karen clops up slowly and nickers causing the large man to jump. Dipping briefly, he looks back over his shoulder and then tries to sidestep out of Karen's way. Karen follows, of course, so that she may test the Pert Plus formula used in Sam's hair with her floppy horse lips.

Sam is clearly not amused, but... he tolerates it. For Karen.