WOW: slip
Word count: 100
Summary: If something interesting is on the menu, Dean's going to order it.
A/N: also fills the prompt "Naked Breakfast "at writerverse
Happy birthday to dizzojay!
"What the hell?" Dean stared in horror.
"It's what you ordered," Sam replied, grinning. "You expected…?"
"Some imaginatively shaped corned beef hash with strategically placed sunny side up eggs."
"You slipped up, Dude. Eating healthy won't kill you."
"Plain oatmeal? Dry toast? Fruit that's not in a pie?"
"You thought the Naked Breakfast would be dressed?"
Dean flagged down the waitress. "Could I get some jam and brown sugar here, sweetheart?"
"Sure thing," she grinned. "You didn't look like the Naked Breakfast type."
Dean waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, I wouldn't say that."
Sam groaned as she handed Dean her number.
