Summary: Sam gets hungry in a motel waiting for Dean
The Hunger Speaks 2
"Hey Sammy, I'm er…going to get some food. You want any?" Dean asked casually while putting on his leather jacket, preparing to head for the town's diner.
"Ok Dean, I'll take anything you buy" Sam replied automatically, all too engrossed in his research on his computer. His Laptop is no doubt his other constant companion other than his irritating brother, Dean. With that, Dean took the keys to the impala and left the motel room with an unintentional bang.
Sam carried on with his research and wondered why Dean is always hungry. As he skim over the recent news reports, there was one article that particularly caught his attention---
"The increasing cases of Bird Flu have triggered many countries and states to ban the import of poultry since February two months ago. However, many food businesses have yet comply with the city state regulations to stop their ordered imports. To date, three restaurants in Missouri have been charged with illegal smuggling of chickens from unknown sources. Despite that the local poultry are safe from Bird Flu, the city council advises all citizens to refrain from them as a precaution."
Not that the issue was anything paranormal, Sam felt a sense of déjà vu towards it. Moreover, they are currently in Missouri and so it is not exactly being paranoid to have such anxiety. Anyway, as Sam read on, his stomach clenched in emptiness, shooting impulses right up to his head to report the imminent hunger. To think he had just wondered why Dean was hungry. Now, he is too. They only ate like, what? Three hours ago? Then he realized that the breakfast he ate was no more than a triple deck sandwich that had only two miserable slices of shaved ham with a small spread of cottage cheese. It was bland and unappetizing; Sam even questioned why he finished it in the first place. Oh yeah, geek boy must have his healthy breakfast in the morning, he'd learnt from his biology lesson in middle school on nutrition.
Out of the blue, Sam decided to do something Dean would never visualize him doing it. Sam decided to search Dean's musty bag…for food…but in no way is he going to feed off peanut M&Ms like Dean did. He searched the bag conscientiously, keeping the evidence of ransacking to a minimum. After, a quick search, Sam thought that maybe there was not anything to eat at all and that Dean had gobbled up all his good candies while he went out to buy lunch. Heaving a loud long sigh, Sam slouched back in his prehistoric chair of the motel that looked like it could fall apart any moment but Sam had a lot of confidence in himself that he wouldn't fall like a fool in the presence of Dean .
However, as he stretched his shoulders backward to energise himself and relax, Sam caught a glimpse of two zippers on Dean's bag that he'd never notice until now. They were small and insignificant, but it was still big enough to store some snack food. As curiosity and hunger got better of him, Sam proceeded on to check those two, not like he haven't done that for the whole bag anyway.
The compartments revealed two miniature packets of peanut butter cereal bars, whose packing reflected a bright orange with the printed words –"Nature's Valley". Since when did Dean buy those stuff? Sam has never recalled Dean buying those things at the gas station or even at his most hatred place, Wal-mart. He would occasionally come back with a snicker bar or two, but never cereal bars like these as they come in boxes of six that would look a bit too bulky and inconvenient…but yeah, peanut butter is definitely something Dean would choose.
Faced with food and the clenching stomach which lets out a grumble every now and then, Sam thought that maybe Dean wouldn't notice one of his cereal bars gone. Hell, he didn't even notice it until he was feeling so restless and decided to search his bags.
The packet opened to reveal two small and flat bars, made of puffed rice and oats, covered in peanut butter and corn syrup. It smells like it too. Though Sam doesn't really fancy it that much, he could do with it if it helps with his growing hunger. He took the first bite. It's good. He likes the sensation of chewing on something that goes right down to his stomach thereafter. The peanut butter is lightly creamy and aromatic to the consumer. The sweet brown sugar that tickles his throat makes him want more and he takes a second bite…
Sam turned back to his Laptop and continued his search for the next gig. It wasn't long before Sam finished the entire two bars in a packet. Though it was small, but they way Sam ate was so constant, like a meal, not a snack, but a snack indeed it was. He stuffed the leftover wrapper into his pocket with the intention of discarding it properly away from Dean's eyes. There were some bits of crumbs here and there on his Laptop that threatened to fall between the keypads before Sam flicked it away…onto the motel floor. After all, what's room service for? Is there even any…
The Laptop showed nothing unusual about the recent reports, just the reoccurring updates on their political situation as well as the bird flu. "The bird flu has mutated into virus of a higher resistance to the previous drugs, all suspected of the virus are to be quarantined until the results of their blood test are out. In addition, food businesses caught for importing poultry will be suspended until further notice."
Just as Sam was about to finish the article, he was interrupted by the sound of the opening door. Dean had returned.
"How research going?" Dean asked as walked in with large Styrofoam boxes and a couple of ice cream sodas. It smelled wonderful and Sam was on the verge of drooling if not for the question asked.
"Slow, nothing paranormal happening around here, perhaps we should hit the road tomorrow" Sam replied, still eyeing on the food that Dean dumped on the table. "So, what have you got there for me?"
Dean grinned. "I walked into this diner, gave the sexy waitress my most charming smile and asked for her recommendations."
"and?" Sam was not seeing his point of victory in chasing ladies.
"She got me some huge roast chicken and was somehow every eager to give them to me…Winchester's luck I guess" Dean proudly claimed.
A knot tied in Sam's stomach as she thought about the article he'd just read on bird flu in Missouri. It was so obvious that the chicken was unclean and thus the restaurant was selling them out quick to avoid being suspended.
"I think you should return the food, Dean…read this article" Sam turned the laptop around to allow Dean to read it. This is serious, if anyone of them caught the virus, their lives are over. With the newly laid strict hospitalization policy, it would be difficult to fake an identity, not to mention that Hendrickson is hot on their heels.
"Oh" Dean uttered after a momentary pause, sounding pretty surprised.
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