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“A job well done, if I do say so myself.” Dean cracked a smirk at the same time he cracked open his beer. “Nice to go back to the good ol’ simple every now and again. Gotta catch a break from all of these apocalyptic type shit that your buddies” he waved his beer at Cas, “keep whipping up.”
Cas looked at Dean, “I do not believe that I would call them my ‘buddies,’” he said, turning to look out the window of the motel. “And I do not believe they would call me as such either.”
“Either way, it’s nice to catch a break.” Dean took a long sip of his beer, and let out an overexaggerated ahhh. “Right on cue!” He tossed a beer toward the opening door, which broke as Sam watched it hit the ground. “C’mon Sammy! Thought you’d have better reflexes than that!”
Sam looked at the puddle of beer and glass, “thought you’d know better than to throw something at the guy carrying your food.” He held up a greasy paper bag, “good luck getting your burger fix now, jerk.”
“Bitch.” Dean sunk back into his chair, definitely not sulking.
“Cas, brought you one, now that Dean lost burger privileges anyway.” Tossing a foil wrapped burger to Cas, Sam sat down on his bed and pulled a salad out of the bag.
“Rabbit food,” grumbled Dean from his chair. “Welp, I suppose I’ll take Baby for a spin, pick up some grub myself.” He stretched, and rubbed his stomach, “don’t get up to too much trouble while I’m gone.” And with a wink, Dean whisked out of the motel room.
“Sam,” Cas looked at the damp foil in his lap, “I do not need to eat, nor is Famine here. I have no reason to eat Dean’s burger.” Baby roared to life, strains of music floating through the door.
“I’ll give you a reason,” Sam stabbed his salad with his fork, “Dean’s a smartass, and you deserve a break after being a doll.”
Tilting his head, Cas unwrapped the burger, shrugged, and took a bite.
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Tapping his fingers against the wheel, Dean searched the sides of the street for somewhere that looked appetizing, but yet again, Small Town USA showed no promise.
“Goddamn middle of nowhere I tell you,” He grumbled, “Where the hell did Sam even find that burger place, nothing here. Nothing!”
He turned yet another corner, looking for anywhere that even had the inkling of food. Sure, buildings lined the sides of the street, but they had an empty look- almost like they were vacant- but that would be ridiculous.
When they had driven into this town the day before, the streets had been bustling with the usual small town hubbub. People chatting, waving to each other, going in and out of businesses and going about their day. It wasn’t until Dean passed the local playground that he realized something might still be, off, about this town.
“Empty?” He muttered, slowing, “It’s, four o clock in the damn afternoon!” He slammed on his breaks, and pulled out his phone.
“Sammy!” He barked as soon as his brother picked up, “Is there anyone at the motel? I haven’t seen a damn soul since I left.”
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Sam looked at Cas, long done with his burger and seemingly staring into space. “Hey, have you seen anyone since we left Jim’s? Dean is insisting that there’s nobody around but that can’t be right, I mean hell, I just bought dinner.” He turned back to his phone as Cas rose walked out, presumably to do a sweep of the building. “Are you sure you aren’t just hungry?”
Dean’s voice rang tinny through the speaker, but the indignation was not lost to it, “no I’m not just hungry Sam, there ain’t a goddamn person in this town! Where the hell did you even find that burger joint anyway, there’s jack all out here and I’m about fed up with it.”
“It’s just up the street, you can’t miss it, but are you sure-” Sam was cut off by Cas walking back into the room, trenchcoat behind him like a cape.
“Dean is right. We seem to be alone.”
“I told you!” Dean shouted through the speaker, “I know crazy when I see it, and this sure don’t smell normal to me.”
Sam sighed, “I suppose that means were here another night?”
“Yup,” Dean replied, “and you’d better make good on that burger, cause you won’t like me when I’m hungry!”
Sam hung up, “do I like you ever?” He said to his phone.
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There was not, in fact, a burger joint up the street, which meant that Dean had no food. As a consequence, it meant that he also made Sam and Cas sleep on a completely different side of the motel.
“I am taking zero chances,” he announced after breaking down a door. “You two ate crazy food. From a restaurant that doesn’t exist. I am not sleeping with you two in the same room as me. God only knows, actually scratch that, nobody knows what the hell could be cooking up inside of you right now.”
“I am an angel, Dean,” Cas began.
“Angen smangel,” Dean cut him off, “zero. Chances. And if your angel antibodies or whatever the hell you have keep crazy from infecting you? Perfect, keep an eye on Sammy. Quarantine, quarantine I tell you!” And he shut the door, marching across the parking lot back to his room, and locked the door. After a moment of thought, he also pushed the dresser against it.
“Crazy fuckin town, no food, yes food, no food, disappearing food, disappearing people, jesus I need a drink.” He popped the top off of another beer, and settled in for the night.
“I swear if I go hungry for nothing… there’s gonna be hell to pay and I intend to cash in the damn check."