Add a Little Color to Your Life

Sam picked at his fruit salad, searching for grapes. Across from him, Dean munched happily on a french fry, his tongue darting out to clean the grease and salt from his lips.

Sam glanced up from the papers strewn in front of him, and opened his mouth.

"Nope." Dean held up a warning finger, stirring a fry idly through his small mountain of ketchup.

"Dude. You don't even know what I was going to say." Sam huffed, visibly affronted.

"'Dean, you should eat more vegetables.'" Dean mimicked his little brother, then chomped vengfully down on his burger. It dripped grease onto his plate.

Sam shrugged. "You should. They say that the more colorful your diet is, the healthier you are." He glanced pointedly at Dean's meal, which consisted almost exclusively of varying shades of brown.

"Red." Dean pointed to the ketchup with another fry, before dousing it liberally in his chosen 'vegetable'.

"Seriously? You know that's not healthy." Sam continued, obviously undeterred by Dean's stellar argument. Hello. Ketchup. Totally a vegetable. "You don't even get tomatoes on those burgers."

"Why ruin a perfect symphony with the idiot carrying the airhorn?" Dean shot back.

"I'm surprised you eat the pickles!"

"So am I." Dean took a second bite of his burger. "I mean, cucumbers?"

Sam sighed, and went back to his fruit salad.

~W~

"C'mon, Dean. Just eat the damn thing." Sam shoved the apple at Dean's chest.

Dean blinked at first it, then up at his brother. "I don't like apples."

"You eat apple pie all the time! What do you think is in it?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Corn syrup." Dean replied, pushing Sam's hand away. "Eat it yourself."

Sam sighed, but ate the apple.

~W~

"This looks good." Sam picked up a pepper. Which, okay, he had a better chance of getting Dean to eat than the freaking apple. Bu still: no dice.

"Maybe deep-fried." Dean shoved past him to the boxes of cookies on the other side of the aisle.

~W~

"No." Dean glowered at Sam over the menu.

"I didn't say anything!"

"You think very loudly."

~W~

"How about this?" Sam held a tomato out to Dean.

"Bleh."

"You like ketchup!"

"You said it wasn't a vegetable!"

"It's not. It's fruit puree-"

"Not eating it, Sam."

~W~

"You know, over 300,000 people die every year from obesity?" Sam was hunkered over his laptop. Dean didn't even look up from his magazine.

"You saying I'm losing my girlish figure?"

~W~

Sam was now trying to give Dean his nutrients by osmisis, Dean concluded. It was the only reason for the giant salad in front of his giantic brother. Sasquatches should eat more protein and less lettuce, Dean decided, and flagged the waitress down.

~W~

"Bobby, tell Sam to leave off the lectures."

Bobby didn't bother to look up from his computer. "Your problem, Idjit."

"He's coming for you next, you know."

"Then eat a damn peach and let him try."

~W~

"Hey, Sam?"

Sam looked up from his meticulous packing. "Yeah, Dean?"

"Catch." Dean tossed a bag to his brother. Sam caught it in midair and read the pakage.

"Taste the rainbow, Little Brother."

Sam groaned at the Skittles in his hands.

~W~

I've only been in school for a week, and it's already kicking my butt seven ways to Sunday.

It's not very good, but I like it. Right now. In a month, I'll probably hate it.

Writing reviews gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling.

'Til next time!

-The Irish Lass