Salad
After a rough night of hunting Dean gets hungry. He rummages through the motel room until he finds something green, healthy & not at all his. The result of a drabble prompt.
A/N- well me and Niknakz93 got bored so we gave each other three words to act as prompts. Mine were Dean, salad and a microwave. Below is the result!
Disclaimer- I do not own anything.
Dean slammed the burger left over from last night into the microwave. He'd only half eaten the thing because they'd just come off a hunt. The only time he didn't like food was when he was injured.
"Damn vampires," he muttered under his breath as his hand rubbed his aching ribs.
The buttons beeped as he pressed them and set a time. He pressed start and walked over to the television set and switched to the news. He watched the female news reader with a stunning rack reel off today's news.
He sat down on the creaky motel bed and cast an eye over to Sammy's bed. The guy had gone out and Dean couldn't help but worry for his little brother. He took a swig of the warm beer that had also been open since last night. He'd stowed that down next to the bed.
Suddenly the regular buzzing of the cheap microwave died. Dean's eyes went wide as it stuttered several times then completely kicked the bucket. He turned his head slowly as the news reader carried on. Her southern voice drifted through the air as he gulped down the beer that was sitting on his tongue.
He stood up. Air hissed in through his teeth as he took a sharp breath in reaction to the pain down his left side. He practically limped over to the small kitchenette where the microwave was placed on the counter.
He peered through the speckled, greasy glass at his burger wondering why the hell it had stopped. He pressed start again but nothing happened. Even the neon green numbers on the display had abandoned him. He stood up fully and looked around the back. In between the grease, leftover food and dead bugs he found that nothing was wrong with the socket.
He stood back with a sigh and wondered if the burger was okay to eat. He figured that it couldn't do anymore damage to him than what had already happened. He opened the spring loaded door and grabbed it. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed at it for a few seconds. It wasn't warm, in fact it was as cold as it was when he put it in there. It didn't smell too good either.
He screwed up his face and dumped the burger into the waste basket nearby. He huffed miserably. He was starving but he had pretty much no money on him. He looked around the small kitchenette and found something inside a brown paper bag. He peeked inside and found a fresh salad.
It was Sam's. It was a salad. He bit his lip. He had never been into salad but he was desperate. He stole it out of the bad along with a knife and fork before retreating to the bed. He lifted the lid and began to chew on the vegetables.
He didn't hear the key turning in the lock of the door.
"Dean, is that my salad?"
He gulped smiling awkwardly.