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"So are we headed anywhere in particular today?" Dean asked. It had been three days after he gotten all his stuff and they had just been driving until Sam got tired then, they went to a motel. Sam was still having trouble trusting him he guessed.
"Nope," Sam answered not looking away from the road. They hadn't been talking much either and all this silence was driving him crazy. He had asked about 100 times if he could put a cassette in and Sam had said no every time. It was his car he should be able to do what he wanted with it. However Sam seemed to be in a mood and with those freaky powers of his, he didn't really to risk it.
Dean searched for something to talk about something that wasn't too deep.
"Nice weather today." there were wisps of clouds in the sky but most of it was blue. They were in farm country and seeing fields and fields of corn got to be quite boring. Sam didn't say anything back to him, Dean tried to think of something else to say.
"So what kind of food do you like to eat?" he asked it wasn't one of the things they had previously talked about, he didn't think. Sam looked at him momentarily before looking back at the road.
"I like all food," he said simply. Dean remembered something then that Sam had told him his first night, back when Dean hadn't believed they were brothers. That he had been raised by demons and that he had only escaped a few months ago. It was possible that every food he tried was new to him. If that was true they had to stop going to fast food joints.
"So when's lunch?" he asked nonchalantly.
"We just had breakfast an hour ago," Sam said a kind of annoyed tone. Dean rolled his eyes, he wasn't an idiot.
"I know, I was just thinking maybe we should try a sit-down restaurant," Sam shook his head.
"More time eating there less time moving," he said in his very intense way. Dean smiled his best convincing smile.
"It'll be quick, 20 minutes tops." Sam looked at him for a second.
"Why?" he asked before he turned back to the road.
"Because fast food joints get old fast, I want some real food."
"Fast food is real food," Sam argued.
"Then I want some good food," Sam's brows creased but he said nothing.
"So can we get some good food?" he asked, he hated having to ask like he was a little boy saying Daddy! Daddy! Can I pick the restaurant?! Yet for some odd reason, he couldn't quite define even to himself, he wanted to show Sam what good food was.
"Sure, if the town we stop in has somewhere you want to go, we'll go there," Dean smiled, even if it wasn't true. He wasn't starting to get sick of fast food joints, he had never really ever cooked his own food, he didn't really have the time. Of course that and he won, he liked winning, but that left a conversation vacuum again. Dean tried to think of something else that wasn't too heavy. Unfortunately, any questions he could think to ask, normal questions, he wasn't sure he really wanted the answers to. There was still the fact that Sam was still treating him like he by trying to say goodbye to his old boss had done a terrible crime. Dean had tried to give Sam the silent treatment but Sam seemed much better at it than he was. Dean tried to make more idle chit chat, but it always feel flat and he spent most of the time driving staring out the window and then he fell asleep gazing at the cornfield landscape, it apparently was unable to keep him attached to consciousness.
Dean shot up a short while later as the car suddenly swerved and he woke up to Sam cursing up a storm. Apparently about some dude nearly hitting them. Now Dean was wide awake, and pissed. He couldn't believe he had nearly slept through someone almost hurting his baby. He added his own variety of swear words, even after Sam had stopped, long after Sam had stopped actually. Sam looked at him for a bit then sighed, then switched on the tape player and Foreigners "Hot Blooded" came over the speakers. Dean grinned, awesome He rocked to Foreigner for a while before Sam said.
"We're eating in the next town,"Sam announced suddenly. The exit came up very quickly and Sam exited the freeway. The town was not a tiny one but also it wasn't huge.
"So where are we eating?" Sam asked. Dean looked at all the restaurants wondering which one he should get Sam to try. There were a lot of good choices but in the end he said.
"Denny's,"it wasn't exotic, but it had a good variety of good foods.
"It'll be a bit more expensive than fast food."
"Yeah, well you got us more funds so..." Sam trailed off as he pulled into the Denny's parking lot. He pulled into a parking space he went to open the car door then stopped. "How much more exactly?" Dean smiled.
"Don't worry, it won't break the bank,"he got out of his door and saw Sam do the same. It was going to be nice to finally eat in a seat that wasn't moving. He and Sam made their way into the Denny's, Sam was behind him, Sam hardly...well never as far as he could remember let him take lead on anything, lending credence to the fact that maybe Sam had never been in a sit-down diner before. Dean waited for someone to seat them and saw Sam, he didn't look calm. He looked nervous. His eyes were glued to the various windows. Dean had to admit from a security standpoint, they were a problem but they had been traveling with no set pattern for the past 3 days. He didn't even know the name of the town they were in. How could anyone track them there? A very attractive waitress came up to them. Very, very attractive she was small and came up to about his chin, she had long blond hair pulled into a ponytail.
"How many in your party?" she asked with a polite smile which changed into another type of smile as she saw him.
"2," Dean replied noticing her checking his fine form out, he could see her blush and he smiled his most charming smile.
"Come with me," she smiled, she had yeah, she was very, very, nice. She walked and Dean's eyes followed her as she showed them to their booth. He sat down on one side and watched as Sam seemed to wonder which side he was supposed to sit on, before choosing the one across from him.
"I'm Wendy, I'll be your waitress. I'll be back in a minute to take your order," she looked over at him, her cheeks were definitely blushing. Dean looked down at his menu after she disappeared, his first real meal in weeks. What did he want to have? Dean smirked and also what did he want to eat?
After a few minutes of looking, he decided on a nice juicy steak.
"What are you having Sam?" he looked over at Sam who alternating between looking at the windows, exits, other patrons, and his menu.
"Um...I don't know...maybe...pancakes."
"It's lunch time Sam."
"Um then.. chicken and biscuits and gravy?" he said like he was asking if his meal selection was okay.
"I'm going to have the steak I know it's a little more expensive than some of the things on here but I really want a steak."
"We're living on the money you hustle for us...we should probably do that again soon, our funds are dwindling." Dean nodded, he had noticed that as well. That's when their waitress came back she looked at him and started blushing.
"Are you two ready to order?" Dean smiled at her again enjoying seeing her blush.
"I'll have a steak with a Dr. Pepper." his said with his charming smile which only deepened her blush. She, with a bit of difficulty it seemed, turned to Sam, where she sobered up a bit. Sam's expression was rarely anything but completely serious. That or paranoid. A glance at Sam's face showed that he was good at hiding his paranoia, just not good at pretending to make an expression other than his stoic one.
"And you?" she asked Sam.
"Um chicken with biscuits and gravy," he said reading from the menu.
"Anything to drink?" she asked she said smiling politely.
"Um...coffee." he said.
"Alright, I'll have those out for you in a minute. Can I take your menu's?" Dean handed his back to her and made sure that the hand contact was longer than it had to be and saw her blush a bit deeper. Sam, on the other hand, made sure not to even brush her hand. Dean watched her as she walked away again,
"That is one fine lady." It had been a little while since he had been with someone, but they were only here for lunch, which was really, really too bad.
"So Sam, how are you with girls?" he asked his eyebrows raised suggestively. He had thought the question was innocent enough but Sam's face instantly became blank.
"Did I say something wrong?"he asked. Sam shook his head but somehow Dean didn't believe him, but Dean chose not to press it.
"So what are we doing now?" Sam asked hesitantly, obviously not liking having to defer to him.
"Wait while they cook our food."
"Oh and how long does that take... at Denny's," he added as an afterthought. Dean guessed he was trying to make it not seem that he wasn't the novice that he was.
"Depends on how busy they are," Dean gestured to the nearly empty place. "And how long it takes to cook what you want. So with how slow it is, about 10-15 minutes I guess." Sam's eyes cast about the place wearily again.
"Nothing is going to happen in a half an hour," Dean said exasperated, h winced as he meant it to come out comforting.
"You don't know that," Sam said tensely.
"Well, I know that no one has been tailing us for the last 3 hours, at least, so no one is going to be able to find us just because we're sitting down instead of eating on the run as usual." Sam shook his head but didn't say anything and instead decided to stare down at the table. Dean sighed, sometimes his brother was such a freak. Strike that, most times his brother was such a freak. Still, his life was much more exciting with him in it.
"So if you were an animal which one would you be?" Sam gave him a strange look and Dean smirked.
"It's just a question you ask someone when you're getting to know them, and I figure that since we're brothers we should know a little bit about each other. You've followed me around so you know a lot about my life and I know almost nothing about yours. So let me ask you again, if you were an animal which one would you be?" Sam seemed pensive like he had never heard the question before which he had probably never had. He seemed to consider the question for quite some time, longer he had ever had anyone think about this question before, then he finally answered.
"I don't know," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Okay then favorite drink?"
"Coffee," finally he got an answer.
"Have you ever had anything else?"
"Soda, but I prefer coffee."
"Because you're not edgy enough," Dean muttered under his breath, Sam's eyebrows creased in confusion.
"What?"
"Never mind.," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"What's your favorite color?" Dean asked and Sam just stared at him.
"Do you have a color that you like more than any other color?" Dean asked the question in a different way.
"I like to wear black, it hides the blood." Dean glanced around the restaurant, glad that the restaurant was so deserted and it seemed like no one else had heard Sam's comment but him. Dean opened his mouth to ask another question when he noticed something caught Sam's attention from behind Dean. He turned around in his seat and spotted the waitress making her way back to their table with two plates in her hands. Man was he sorry that he couldn't stay any longer. She placed his steak in front of him, before placing Sam's plate down, Dean took in a good whiff, it smelled delicious. He looked up at her man, oh man did he wish he could stay.
"Thank you," he said and grinned at her and saw her smile shyly back. She tried to be stoic, but she didn't do it very well.
"Would you like anything else?" Boy did he, but that was sadly not something he would be able to have it today.
"No thanks, we're good." she backed away from the table slowly, almost like she didn't want to leave, oh boy didn't he know the feeling. Sam didn't seem to notice anything though and had already started into his food. Dean started into his steak as well and after finishing a bite he asked.
"Have you ever-" he trailed off as Sam took a pen from his pocket and started writing something on the back of a placemat that kids were supposed to draw on.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"Writing down the exorcism. You want to talk, memorize that." A few minutes later Sam handed Dean the paper, he stared at it for a long moment. How was he suppose to memorize it?
"I'll help you with the pronunciation in the car," Sam went back to his chicken and Dean stared at the exorcism. He had heard Sam say it a few times, but it sounded as foreign to him looking at it on the piece of paper as it had when Sam had said it in the first place. He pushed it to the side and went back to his steak. Fine, awkward silence it was then.
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