Summary: Dean gets hungry in a motel while waiting for Sam
The Hunger Speaks
His stomach grumbled, churned and contracted repeatedly. He glanced at the clock. It has been ten minutes since Sam left to buy food while he waited at the motel. Dean sprawled out on the bed lazily and wondered what Sam would buy for him. Chinese?Japanese? A sudden thought struck him as cold sweat trickled down his forehead…tofu burgers…YUCK! He had always hated them since the first time Sam bought it for lunch. They had no bite of a juicy burger and it was mushy in the center, paired with garlic infused Thai chili sauce that left a pungent aftertaste in the mouth that lingered persistently even after two bottles of sodas. Not to mention that he had camped in the bathroom for the whole night having diarrhea and came out looking all green and pale. The surprising thing was that nothing happened to Sam at all and Dean had almost suspected that he had tampered with his tofu burger if not for the worried demeanour he had for him while he spent his night with the toilet bowl.
As his thoughts travelled around the theme of food, he heard his stomach growled again for the fifth time in twenty minutes. Another ten minutes? Where is that Sam?! Dean decided to ransack his things in hope of trying to discover a packet of peanut M&Ms or two, hiding between his bags of clothes. As he unzipped his bag, a distinct smell of sweat hit his nose. It was an odour that came out of being washed and not properly dried and then worn again before packing. Hunters like them sometimes did not have time to send their clothes to the laundry in the midst of their gig and had to do it themselves, often ending up with semi-damp clothes that still stink, though less stained. Within the pile of unappetizing and inedible synthetic nylon material, he found one packet of peanut M&Ms lying at the bottom of the bag and another half pack tied around by rubber bands in a pocket of one of his worn jeans.
Never choosing to waste good candy, Dean untied the half packet of chocolate and popped one in his mouth while looking inside the yellow packaging. He decided that since this is going to last awhile, he held that chocolate covered peanut in his mouth. The sweet sugar coating lost his red colouring and melted away, slowly revealing the smooth chocolate that flowed out of its brittle husk as his taste buds heightened to welcome the honey-like sensation. The peanut that was left at the end provided a tinge of saltiness to the whole experience that intensified the flavor of the chocolate. The hungry man enjoyed every second of it, feeling the need to pop in another. His stomach growled for more. Dean could almost feel his heartbeat quicken and was slightly more alert but unfortunately, also more aware of Sam's prolonged absence.
After the red pill went down oh-too-quickly, Dean soon took one after another, a yellow, followed by a blue, and then a green. Though it all tasted the same, it could somehow distract him from the ticking clock that caused his anxiety for food. The chocolate was brightly coloured and laid glossily under the dim light of the motel room. It was a pleasant sight to the eyes and could certainly be equated to a godsend image for a ravenous man with a sweet tooth.
It was not long before he emptied the half packet of peanut M&Ms. Dean glanced at the clock again, Thirty-five minutes have passed since Sam left to buy food. He got up and threw the sweet smelling package into the bin. It was a pity that he resisted himself from opening the other as he knew there would be another emergency like this in near future. As far he has felt now, Dean was still hungry, and now with a sticky feeling in his throat from the sugar overdose. He took a swig of the water bottle and downed almost the whole bottle. In that instant, he did not have the huge desire to eat anymore. It was replaced by satiety from the water and chocolate that churned together to produce a sick rhythm in the stomach. He could puke any moment if Sam ever stepped in with tofu burgers, Dean thought.
Just as he sat back down on to the in attempt to suppress his increasing discomfort. The door opened abruptly to reveal a sweaty Sam holding a six-pack beer and two large brown paper bags. An aroma of food filled the room and Dean sniffed the air. It did not smell like a juicy beef burger nor some sickening tofu ones. Neither was it any foreign cuisine or exotic food. It was something he knew, but could not quite put his finger to it.
"Hey Dean" Sam greeted. "Guess what I bought? Its fried with batter and white in the center…"
Dean's eyes widen. "No…it can't be…."
"No, it isn't" Sam reassured Dean and took out the contents. Apart from the fries, there was two burgers which look uncannily like vegetarian. It unwrapped to disclose lettuce and tomatoes poking out from the two buns with some creamy white sauce with bits of pickles and lastly, a crispy fried rectangular patty that really looked like tofu.
"Its fish, actually…they ran out of beef and chicken, left with only frozen fish fillet, so I had to wait for them to get it done" He explained.
Dean only nodded.
"Besides, who would have anything much left in a small town like this at 8.30pm at night?!"
He had a point.
Dean began digging into the fish burger and made a face. Maybe I ain't that hungry anymore. This stuff is the next closest thing to tofu burgers.
He could really use another packet of M&Ms right now.
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