"Well, sometimes something's so screwed up, you have to scrap the whole thing and start over. Stronger that way."

He stops in the middle of reaching for the toolbox. Why does that sound familiar? He glances up at Meg and then shakes it off. They're building a gazebo, not a metaphor for their relationship. Damn, he's been reading too many trashy romance novels.

What? They're dramatic. And it's not like there are any telenovelas here.

"Yeah, I thought about asking Cas for more help than just getting stuff out of the attic, but." He stops and puts the toolbox between them. "This is better than sitting around doing nothing. Building something from scratch feels good." He definitely doesn't smile at her, nope, and instead he pulls out a crowbar.

"Here. You got that demon strength, right? That'll make this go by faster."