Dean looked over at Sam. His face was like stone—the unreadable mask that Dean so much hated to see on his little brother. He decided to try and make conversation.
"So that was a strange hunt, eh?"
"Um, yeah. They always are."
Silence. So Sam wasn't up for talking. Fine by Dean. His stomach growled, breaking the silence for him.
"I'm hungry. Fast food?"
8D+—
Dean pulled up to the drive-thru and his eyes began scanning hungrily over the menu.
Welcome to Cheese Burger can I take your order?
"Yeah I'll take two of your doubles, extra cheese and, hold on a sec." Dean turned around.
"Salad with grilled chicken, not crispy, and a water." Sam whispered.
Dean turned back to the speaker.
"Okay so make that the two doubles, extra cheese, two orders of fries, a salad with crispy chicken-"
"Dean!"
"-and two large cokes."
"Dean!"
Okay so I have two double cheeseburgers with extra cheese, two fries, two large cokes, and a crispy chicken salad.
"Yup. That's it."
Dean pulled the car forward to the window.
Sam sat wordlessly, pouting.
8D+—
They slouched into the proverbial motel room, tired from the hunt they had just finished followed by a six hour drive. Dean plopped down onto the bed closest to the door and dug into his food. Sam pulled out a chair from the wooden table and settled into it. He opened his salad and began picking the chicken out.
Dean watched and laughed.
"I don't know why you asked me for my order if you were just going to order what you wanted."
Sam turned to grab his laptop out of a bag.
"Put that thing away. We're not researching tonight. I'm too tired. And I got you a salad, so be happy. Crispy chicken is better anyway."
A grunt from Sam.