Authors Note and Disclaimer:
Okay, okay, I admit it. I do not own Supernatural. Are you happy now? Anyways, it's a little hard to believe I'm doing this. I thought I was done with fic. The monkey was off my back, dang it. But I'm back now, and I hope you like it. Short and sweet this time, but if I get a good response, I might possibly post something longer. Happy Reading!
Bon Appétit
"What the hell is this?" Dean Winchester demanded, glaring balefully at the offending item in front of him.
"It's a salad." came the unperturbed response. "A dish consisting of lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and other assorted vegetables tossed together with some sort of dressing. This one also has chicken."
"Very funny, Sammy. Now where's my bacon cheeseburger, asshat!"
"Back at the diner, waiting to clog someone else's arteries. You gotta start eating better, man."
"And what exactly is wrong with how I eat?"
"Nothing, if you're a twenty-year-old frat guy."
"Just because you eat like a girl doesn't mean the rest of us have to, little bro."
"Yeah, well if the liquor and the leviathans don't get you, the greasy food will, big bro." Sam snarked in return.
"Your concern is touching, Samantha."
"Two words, Dean: Turducken Slammer."
A moment of shocked silence followed by a defeated:
"Damn it, Sam!"