"Where are we going?" Rose asked as Dean pulled into the parking lot of a greasy diner. Green awnings hung above the doors and there was a blinking sign flickering bright neon colors, making it painful to read what it said. After squinting at it for a few minutes- some of the lights had been dead already- she gave up, rubbing her eyes to get the dots of colors to go away. Parking in the nearest spot he could, Dean turned off the car, undoing his seatbelt and hopping out. Sam followed suit, leaving Rose to look at them in surprise as they started walking to the door.
"Hey!" she shouted, hoping they could here her through the window. Sure enough, Sam turned, pushing strands of brown hair out of his face as he raced back to the car and opened the door, letting her unbuckle as she exited.
"Sorry," Sam apologized, giving her a sweet smile, "we usually don't have guests."
"Guests?" she asked, "what do you mean?" He looked a little uneasy, brown eyes flitting around nervously.
"Never mind," he said quickly, "how about we go inside, grab something to eat?" Reluctantly, she followed, Sam holding the door open for her, a bell announcing their arrival. Dean was already waiting at a table, the late window he sat next to letting in bright rays of sun, casting long eerie shadows across the tiled floor of the restaurant. The heels of her shoes squeaked as she and Sam walked across the sticky floors, chairs scraping the chipped green tiles as the two took a seat.
"Listen man, if we have her along, you need to be faster, okay?" Dean said, his green eyes looking at the platter of food a waitress carried past, full of fries and a cheeseburger, a tall soda in a sparkling glass. Nodding, Sam plopped himself in the seat, leaning back as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"Mmhmmm whatever, man," Sam said as Rose glared at Dean.
"For your information-" she began.
"Save it for the big leagues, Blondie,' dean cu her off, "I'm hungry, okay?" Rose scoffed- she tells them that the Doctor had been possessed and they drive around just to get food?!
"Are you kidding?!" she cried angrily, then to Sam, "he's kidding, right?!" Grunting, Sam lifted his head, a tired look in his eyes.
"Unfortunately no," he explained, and when rose guffawed, he went on, "being a hunter is a tiring job. Gotta eat to keep up our strength, you know?" Rose shook her head.
"No, I don't know," she said, "would you like to explain it?"
"Not now," Dean chimed in, "we really don't have time." His mouth watered as the smell of bacon and melty cheese wafted through the air, a tall woman in the waitress' boring uniform gently placing a platter on the table in front of him. Loud clangs and bangs emanated from the kitchen as other staff workers bustled about, serving food and wiping down tables.
"Just call me over when you need the check," the waitress smiled and walked away as Dean ravenously began to dig into his food, spraying crumbs every which way.
"If you have time to eat then surely you have time to explain!" Rose pleaded, wiping crumbs off the table, "and do be more careful how you eat! You look like a slob!"
"I'm sorry, my mouth is full!" Dean joked, showing off gobs of unthawed, half eaten food, laughing as Rose averted her gee, embarrassed to be seen with him, no doubt.
"Dean, come on," Sam chided, giving his brother what could only be described as a look of disappointment. Dean shrugged, stabbing an onion ring with his fork.
"What?' he laughed, "I'm just playing!"
"Yeah, well, playing is not going to get us anywhere in this situation, now is it?" Sam scolded.
"Whatever," Dean ignored his warning, "I'm pretty sure all she wants is a free meal anyway." Rose gasped.
"I do not!" she protested with her thick british accent, "I want help! The Doctor is possessed my boyfriend is dead-"
"Miss Tyler, just calm down," Sam warned.
"- the TARDIS is missing and you think all I want is a free meal?!" she hissed, her chest heaving as she ran out of breath.
"And we'll help you," Sam said calmly, "but you need to understand that-"
"I'm not helping her!" Dean argued, swallowing this food, adam's apple bobbing.
"yes, Dean, we are," Sam said through gritted teeth, then to Rose, "he doesn't know what he's talking about. Of course we're gonna help you-"
"Sammy! We don't even know her! She fucking fell out of the sky for Bobby's sake!" Dean said, pointing his fork at her. A wide grin spread on her face.
"Aha! You admit that you saw me fall out of the TARDIS!" she said excitedly.
"No! I did not actually see you-"
"But you imply that you in fact did!" Rose confirmed, crossing her arms with triumph, "therefore you two will help me. Got it?" Dean rolled his eyes, casting a sideways glance at Sam, who shrugged his shoulders and pulled a face that said, "I have no idea what to do, man." Curling his hand into a fist, he rested it as gently as he could on the table, licking his lips as he momentarily closed his eyes.
"Fine," he sighed heavily, opening them. Rose clapped her hands excitedly- Like a child receiving a birthday gift, Sam thought as Dean suddenly glared at her. Rose faltered, then placed her hands on the table, eyes cast down.
"Sorry" she mumbled, her full lips being pulled into an ecstatic grin as her eyes shone with excitement.
"Alright then," Sam piped up, "shall we get going then?"