A/N: First season non-angstyness.
Dean stood up from the booth. "Pay up, Petunia. I have to hit the head."
"Uh, Dean. Can you get it?"
"I just gave you two hundred bucks."
"Yeah!" He waved at the frayed book next to him. "The bookstore had this and a lot of other stuff we needed. And you know I won't rip off a bookstore…" he ground to a stop.
"You spent my hard-earned money on books? All of it?"
"Hard-earned? Hustling? Oh, puullleeeeze."
"It just looks easy when I do it. It's high time you refamiliarize yourself with the 'other' family business. Get your cue."