Dumbfounded, Sam and Dean gaped at him.
Ignoring them, Wiley strode over to the room's mini fridge. "I'm starving. You guys got anything to eat?" He spent a few seconds rooting impatiently around inside the fridge, and then gave a grunt of satisfaction when he came across the remains of a pepperoni pizza. He stuck it into the microwave and started it warming.
The two brothers exchanged a concerned glance.
Watching through the microwave's little window as the pizza warmed, Wiley said, "Don't sweat it, guys. If I had a nickel for every time I had a fucking death omen…"