The challenge word is well and Dean isn't!

'Awh, Sam, really?'

Dean's drug-dilated pupils were as wide as his smile as he reached towards the cardboard box that his brother proffered. The movement joggled his bandaged ribs and a small hiss of pain dulled his excited green gaze.

Sam dropped the box to the bed and eased his battered sibling back against the stack of pillows that propped his wounded body.

'Well, I explained to the diner lady, said you were too dopey from the pain meds to choose and so she boxed you up a taste of each.

Sam grabbed a spoon.

'Chocolate cream first, yeah?'

Hope you enjoyed it.