Spoilers: See chapter 1
A/N: for those of you who don't know what Swedish Fish are (because apparently y'all exist) they are like little chewy pieces of heaven. If you're still unsure, Google is your friend. (It's candy, gummy form)
Hope y'all enjoy!
"Dude." Sam's eyes locked on to the food in Dean's hand as the man sat stretched out on the motel room bed watching what appeared to be Twilight Zone reruns. His eyes bounced up to his brother, disapproval painted on his face. "Please. Please, tell me that that"—Sam pointed at the item in question—"is not the dinner you told me you picked up for yourself."
Dean looked down, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "Why not?"
Sam jerked his head to the side. "Seriously, man?"
Dean looked back up. "They're fish. Fish is healthy."
Sam bit back the urge to smack his older brother and instead threw a hand out in his direction. "Not Swedish Fish, Dean!"
"It's got . . . nutrients and crap." Dean pulled the bag closer to himself as if afraid Sam was going to take them away.
"Really? Name one."
Dean lifted the bag up, eyes roaming over the back label. "Sugar—that's important. And . . . what the hell is invert sugar? That like the opposite of sugar?"
Sam pressed his lips into a thin line and tilted his head to the side, giving his brother the patented Sam Winchester Bitch Face.
"Don't give me that look." Dean gave a slight shake of his head. "A dollar twenty-five only buys you so much food."
"A dollar—" Sam jerked his head back. "Dean, you had more than enough cash on you this morning. Don't tell me you lost it all at the pool hall already."
"First of all, smart ass: I don't lose at pool." He folded his arms over his chest, leaving the bag of fish, forgotten for the moment, on his outstretched legs. "I paid the rent for the motel this morning. Picked up the supplies we needed, and the rest I gave to you this afternoon."
Sam snapped his jaw shut. He and Dean had split up earlier in the day, Sam heading to the library to do some research on the monster they were after and Dean picking up supplies they would need and investigate the local hiking trail. Somewhere around noon, just before Dean had headed out to the woods, he stopped by the library to check on him. Sam had at that time mentioned being hungry but having no money. His older brother had given him enough cash to buy lunch and dinner for himself, which he did without so much as a second thought.
Now he felt like a colossal ass, made worse by the fact that he wasn't even surprised by the action.
Sam sighed, grabbing Dean's coat and chucking it at him. "Come on."
Years of hunting allowed Dean to easily snatch the coat out of the air before it could hit him in the face. "Come on . . . where?"
Sam pulled the motel door open, taking a moment to wait for his brother. "We're going down to the pool hall to hustle some drunks out of their money because I am not gonna sit here and let you eat Swedish Fish for dinner."
"Let me?" Dean's raised an eyebrow as a smirk stretched across his face. "Why, Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." He pushed himself off the bed and pulled his jacket on all in single movement.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk."
Dean brushed past him and headed toward the car, but not before throwing a "Bitch" back in his direction.
