"Yes, it has," she said slowly, fighting the urge to glance back over at Dean for the look he was giving her. He acted like he was two most of the time, and she shouldn't be surprised that now is any different.

He had shifted so that he was sitting sideways in the pew, one arm across the back and was just staring at her, waiting very patiently for her to crack.

"Wish I could say the same for your brother."