A/N Hello there if your popping in welcome to my very first Supernatural fan fiction I've labeled this story as humor I thought it was funny my friend thought it was funny but we could both be wrong, we certainly hope we are not! It's just a little bit of nonsense between the boys stuck in the Impala miles away from a restaurant. Hope you enjoy it and take care.
A hungry Dean Winchester was an annoying thing to be around.
"I'm hungry.' Dean reminded Sam just in case Sam maybe forgot because his only been reminding him nonstop for the last hour every five minutes. There were moments when Sam felt like the only adult around and this was one of those moments.
"What do you want me to do Dean pull over to the side of the road and fry you a shotgun, maybe the colt?" Sam snapped.
"There's no reason to get rude I'm just saying…" Dean said.
"And like I asked you before what in the hell do you expect me to do."
"Bitch." Dean whispered.
"Jerk." Sam replied automatically.
Dean sighed long hard and started to say something.
"Dude!" Sam yelled. "So help me god if you tell me your hungry again I'm gonna…" Dean didn't let him finish.
"Your gonna what?" Dean demanded.
"Just shut up and be quiet."
Dean sighed again and Sam sat quietly holding his breathe waiting for those two words to fall out of Dean's mouth. I'm hungry. Again.
"Dude there has to be something to eat in this car." Dean said instead going for the cubbyhole.
"There's plenty of salt in the trunk." Sam said and Dean stopped scurrying through the mess of cassette tapes, road maps and false ID's long enough to give Sam a are-you-fucking-shitting me look.
"Inside I'm laughing myself sick." Dean said shaking his head thinking like he often did dear god where did you find this geeky dork of a brother of mine?
"I found something!" Dean said triumphantly raising both his arms and thumping his fists in the air.
"What?" Sam asked.
Dean turned in the car seat and uncurled his right fist to reveal four round objects that might have once upon a time passed as sweets.
"What the hell are those?"
"M&M's." Dean said because it was so obvious to him when in fact it was not that obvious at all.
"How do you even know that it doesn't even have color anymore man."
"What else could it be?"
"Fuck should I know what it is." Sam watched in horror as Dean lifted the so called M&M's to his mouth. "Dude seriously you are not eating that…dude!" Sam screamed and he turned away just as Dean shoved the four tiny balls into his mouth.
Sam turned with disgust and watched Dean chew with a big smile on his face.
"You're a pig."
"And you're a bitch whatcha gonna do." Dean stopped chewing and frowned deeply.
"What?" Sam asked uncertainly.
"I don't think its M&M's." He said.
"Spit it out."
"It tastes weird…" Dean continued chewing.
"Then please for the love of god spit it out." And Sam wondered like he sometimes did, where dear god did you find this really gross brother of mine? No really dude where!
"I think it's old." Dean said.
"No." Sam whispered. "Really, you think its old whatever could give you that idea Dean?"
Dean ignored his brother and swallowed the sweets and Sam grimaced.
"You know how in cartoons then when a character is hungry he starts looking at other characters, like Minnie maybe looks at Mickey and she don't see Mickey anymore she sees a ham cause she's so hungry?" Dean asked he didn't wait for Sam to respond. "Your starting to look like a slice of pie."
"Dean." Sam warned.
"A long thin geeky slice of pie probably something healthy and nutritious ugh gross."
"Dean."
Dean sighed long and hard.
"Sammy." He whispered.
"Yes."
"I'm hungry…"
The End