"God, could this line get any longer? "
Dean stood, fuming. Despite a sick Sam waiting for soda and antiemetics , he stopped at a roadside diner for pie and coffee.
It was unforeseen to Dean, that a line for crappy diner food could stretch into the parking lot. His phone rang. When he picked up, a belch greeted him.
"Dean, where are -urp! - I really need the medicine." Sam groaned.
"In a line, Sammy."
"What for? " Dean could see the bitch face.
"Pie." Dean said shortly. Sam gagged. Something splashed the wall.
"You want salad? "