Dean was in a bad mood. Between Sam's coughing attack

and him nearly stranding them on the side of the road, he

had very little patience left.

He was still concerned about Sam and what had caused him

such a coughing fit though.

Dean drove down the road with a scowl on his face, huffing

his displeasure every few seconds and stealing unnoticed

glares at Sam to make sure he was alright.

Sam, on the other hand, was sprawled out-as much as he

could being a giant-with his legs twisted at an odd angle

trying to stretch forward in the cramped space between the

seat and the front of the van.

He thought that there was supposed to be more room in

these things, as he shifted uncomfortably with his head on

the side of the window.

Sam had thought that he was going to start feeling better

but inside he was beginning to feel more and more

uncomfortable with every passing second.

A think line of sweat formed across his brow and he

brushed it away into his hair with the back of his hand.

Sam felt annoyed at the sensation of the prickly heat on his

forehead clashing with the opposite internal

temperature of his unnaturally chilled body.

It caused a shiver to travel through him to his very core.

Sam tried to ignore it, but he still had a hollow feeling

inside.

"Hey Dean, do you think that we stop somewhere for a bite

to eat? I'm starving."

Sam thought maybe he was hungry, and some food and a

drink would do the trick. Plus, a good greasy burger always

put Dean in a good mood. Maybe he could soften him up

some while they ate.

Much to Sam's delight, a diner was just up ahead, and

Dean pulled in, pretty much still giving Sam the silent

treatment.

They got out of the car and headed in, Sam preparing to ask

Dean more about what this hunt entailed. Once they were

seated in the booth, Sam looked at the menu and tried to

ignore the growling in his stomach and the feeling of

queasiness from the greasy smell that permeated the air.

His plan to open Dean up was working for sure cos he saw

Dean grin at the menu selections, and then look up and grin

at the cute waitress that was approaching.

Maybe he would forgive and forget after all.

Sam looked at the menu again, not a single thing sounded

appetizing yet he knew he had to be hungry, his stomach

churning like mad and he hadn't eaten breakfast that day.

Dean ordered his standard favorite double cheeseburger

loaded with a side of fries and an extra pickle.

Sam went with the turkey and mashed potatoes, and corn

off the cob. Pretty basic, he figured, he couldn't go wrong

with that.