SPN100 Drabble Challenge, Word : Damp
Word Count : 407
Spoilers : None

Disclaimer : I get nothing from this, except entertainment.

A.N. Number 3 of three drabbles, 'cos I couldn't decide which one to use.
THE NAME GAME
Sam wants them both to eat out, going somewhere "proper" for a
change, and he's paying. However, Dean hits an unforeseen difficulty...
-oOo-

Sam held the door for his brother, delighted Dean had let him choose where to eat.

"After you...I promise you'll like the food in here Dean. It's all fresh and cooked to order."

"S'long as you're not connin' me; swear it's not all new age rabbity food?"

"It isn't. You like fish, don't you?"

"Sure, why?"

"Hi. Reservation for two, name of Winchester...It's this place's speciality, fish and other kinds of sea food."

"Good Evening gentlemen, your menu's. Would you care to order drinks?"

"Thanks. A bottle of house white please...Choose anything Dean, my treat."

"Oh man! Lobster. Hope you brought plenty of cash?"

-o-

"Ready to order gentlemen?"

"Yeah...Two sea food platter for starters, then I'll have the scallops. Dean?"

"Gotta be lobster"

"Certainly...Follow me sir."

Puzzled, but with a nod of assurance from Sam, Dean followed the waiter.

-o-

Fifteen minutes later their starters had arrived, but no Dean. Worried, Sam went in search of him; and found Dean staring mournfully into a large tank of live lobsters.

"Dean, hurry up. Just choose one will you?"

"Can't...I've looked for so long, I've named them. I can't possibly eat someone I know!...See the giant one waving at me? That's Alfred."

Dean waved back at the lobster.

"Hi Alfred."

-o-

Dean played with his starter, pushing it in random directions on his plate, causing Sam to eventually give up on his own starter. Despite Sam and the waiter's best attempts, Dean no longer felt like eating, too worried that another diner might order lobster, leaving him to watch while they ate Alfred, or Joyce, or Keith, or someone. He gazed so sadly at the scallops in Sam's main course, that Sam managed to get just one of them half way to his mouth, before quitting and dropping his cutlery noisily back down onto his full plate of food. Dean bowed his head, ready to accept Sam's tirade.

"That's it. No more...You know Dean, this was supposed to be an enjoyable evening out, to a proper restaurant for a change. Thanks to you, the whole thing's turned into a damp squid!"

Dean frowned and looked up.

"It's squib, not...Oh."

-o-

The waiter and the Maitre d' turned to stare at the two men on table twelve who were both helpless with laughter, an untouched meal sitting between them. Bemused, the Maitre d' muttered while still watching the two laughing men.

"Please God. Don't let them be food critics."

END
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Chick xxx