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E/O Challenge: Snack. 200 word drabble. Sam's irritable because he's not eaten, but it's not Dean that bites. Set in my idea of season 10. Spoilers for season 9 finale!
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The Snack
"Snack: Middle English 'snak' bite, from 'snaken' to bite, perhaps from Middle Dutch 'snacken' to snap at" – Merriam-Webster
"Enough," complained Sam as his stomach let out another roaring growl. "Pull over."
"What? Why?" asked Dean, honestly confused by his brother's emotional outburst.
Sam pulled a pained expression and wrapped his arms around his torso in an attempt to ease the cramping. "You don't stop! You don't sleep and you certainly don't eat. Even I wasn't this driven when I was soulless! I can't take it anymore!" cried Sam, his voice edged with hysteria. "Even you deserve a rest!" he added, although at least had the decency to look ashamed at the words passing his lips.
Dean released his breath as a low whistle. "Sure. Look, I'll stop by that diner over there. Okay?" he said in his calmest, most placating voice.
Exhausted, but mollified, Sam let himself be led from the car and was too distraught to even complain about the snarky "ladies first" comment Dean made while holding the door for him.
Sam stopped in the doorway and whimpered at the sight of the vampires caught mid-snack with what presumably had once been the wait staff.
"Seems like the world begs to differ," said Dean, a deadly smile on his lips and his knife already in hand.
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