Post by samwinchester on Oct 30, 2005 17:10:01 GMT -5
Full Moon
Written by: Stace (me) and Jesse
Rating: PG-13 (For language)
Summary: The boys land in a small town or Luray, Kansas. Small population that keeps growing smaller by the months as something has taken a hold of this town and turning people into dinner.
Pairing: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: We do not claim to own the show, the guys or the story. They belong to The WB, the producers and writers.
Chapter One
Luray, Kansas
Field after field had passed by before his hazel eyes until finally he succumbed to the overwhelming need for sleep. The steady roar of heavy metal music no longer a bother to him and though he wouldn’t admit it in a hundred years to Dean, he was actually growing pretty fond of his brothers taste in music. Drifting further into dreamland, it wasn’t long before the old nightmare came back to haunt him. Time and time again, it was little wonder as to why the youngest Winchester was starting to show bags under his eyes. Lids blinked rapidly , caught up in the stage of REM sleep. His hands twisting into fists, his facial expression one of pain and horror. The ceiling above him exploded with fire, burning Jessica alive before his very eyes as the whispered words that Mary had so coldly reminded him of came back to bite him in the ass.
You knew for weeks about this! You could’ve saved me!
Without warning the brunet suddenly jolted awake. His right hand lifting to rub at his face as he glanced at his watch.
Great, slept all of fifteen minutes.
“Pull over somewhere man.”
Dean’s head bobbed along with the music. Lips mouthing the words as he drove. He reached forward ready to turn it up more, but upon glancing to his right he could see his baby brother snoozing some. Finally. He withdrew his hand and put it back on the wheel. He moved his left one so his elbow rested on the door. His head lolled to the side laying on his fist as he lazily drove. He heard some shifting come from Sam's direction, but he didn't think much of it. Sam had nightmares. He knew this. No big surprise. Hell Dean had them too. It had become a Winchester trait if you asked him. After his mom died his dad had them also. Dean would wake up around midnight and search through the neighbors home they were staying at and find his father tossing and turning on the pull out couch. Then Dean got them. Now Sam. He felt for his brother he truly did. If he could he'd take them away and put them upon his own burdened shoulders. He jerked somewhat when his brother awoke in a frenzy. Swerving he glared.
"Jesus Sam..."
He said trailing off. He glanced at him and did as requested. Pulling the car to a stop he looked over at his little brother who looked as scared as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"What's wrong? You gotta hurl?"
Somewhat insensitive, but this was Dean.
“Bite me.”
Muttered the brunet.
"Well that's just not nice."
Dean yelled out at him with a raised brow indicating his annoyance..
Sam’s hand clenching the door handle and pulling it towards him so the door would finally open. He just needed some air for a couple of seconds. Glancing towards the road ahead of them, the 118 mile marker glaring at him, reminding him once more of how far they’d come and still how far they had to go.
Luray, Kansas. Population 261.
Lifting his arms over his head and stretching, a series of pops soon followed and he felt a little better. Quirking a brow, he settled back down in the car and slamming the door shut just to irritate Dean.
“Just drive.”
Shooting a dark look towards Dean. His brother could be such a pain in the ass but yeah, he loved him. Leaning his head back against the seat, he was not about to fall asleep again but he definitely had to find something better to do then count how many d**n fields they’d passed.
“Is there a reason we’re on the road less traveled?”
Tone laced with sarcasm.
He sat in the car fiddling with the radio while he waited for Francis to get his ass back in the car so they could get past this hickville USA town and to the real business. He leaned back doing a drum solo on the steering wheel while waiting. He jumped some what when the door slammed shut.
"PMS much."
He grumbled and sat forward and put his foot on the gas. The car was back on the road again. He glanced at Sam when he asked why they were on this road.
"Because man...we're us. And it's fun to piss you off. Here roll down your window that’s even more fun..."
He grinned and leaned over rolling his little brothers window down purposely.
"Breath in those rocks and dust Sammy. Taste good."
Chuckling he drove on with an amused smirk on his face the whole time.
"You weren't always this pregnant dogy. What happened? College make a sissy out of you. Oh I forgot you drink Latte's now. My bad."
“How many times do I have to tell you that Latte and Coffee are two entirely different entities? And if I’m being pregnant dogy, could it possibly be because I’m stuck in this car with my older brother who has a penchant for trying to get on my nerves. Did you practice it before I was born?”
Glancing over at Dean and seeing the rather satisfied look on his face.
“Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
Shaking his head, gaze facing forward once more.
“And it’s Sam. I’m not a chubby twelve year old anymore.”
Reaching out, he rolled the window right back up and with his free hand turned Dean’s radio off, just for the tee total menace of it.
“Wow. Peace and quiet for once. The fact you listen to this kind of music explains so much about why you are the way you are.”
Rolling his eyes his head suddenly whipped to the side to glare at Sam.
"The way I am? I am a freak. Just like you. Just you refuse to accept it. You is a college boy. All smart."
He reached over giving the knob a hard twist. The speakers came to life once more bumping and blaring. He looked in Sam's direction throwing him the evil eye.
"pregnant dog."
He muttered. They were getting close to the town. Dean now had hit his first red light. He hit the brakes and watched his brother fly forward. The seat belt held him in place, but it was still funny to see his reaction.
“Jerk.”
Came the muttered response of one irritated Sam after the seat belt held him in place, still hurt like hell though. Dean looked innocent as he sat there looking out the window. He could hear his stomach rumbling and that's when he spotted it. A diner. He could use some food right now. Plus some space from Sam would be nice. The car was killing them.
"I'm hungry."
He simply stated taking the next turn. He didn't ask if Sam was hungry because he was. He swung into a makeshift parking space and killed the engine.
"Come on Francis. I'll buy you a latte."
Sam had never been so glad to see a diner in all his life though by the looks of the thing, it’d been around since the western days.
“Dude, there is no way this place has Latte’s and they probably serve the coffee with a side order of roach.”
Narrowing his eyes, he kept his mouth shut and climbed out of the car. Again, he slammed the door behind him. Striding around to meet Dean at the front of the car in his faded and worn blue jeans, faded tan jacket and tee-shirt beneath it.
“By all means, you first.”
Extending his hand out in front of him in a gracious manner. The thingyroach comment got Dean thinking. Climbing from the car he shut his own door gently unlike his stupid brother. He headed to the front of the car and silently watched the building. It looked old. Dusty. Kind of worn down. Dean didn't actually care for bugs in his mouth or anywhere so when Sam offered him off to go first he pushed his lips together in thought. He scratched the back of his head and moved his hands tugging on his black leather jacket to fix it. He reached out suddenly grabbing Sam by the back of his jacket and shoving him in front of him.
"Youngest goes first."
He said smiling.
“You mean age before beauty.”
Replied Sam, turning and grabbing his brother and tugging him forwards and side stepping at the same time so Dean was now in front. A playful shove was sent Dean’s way too. Sam smirking in the process. This place gave him the creeps which was usually bad in their line of work. Then again it could be caused by all the people staring at them.
“Dude.”
He nodded towards the man sitting out front of the diner. Dean stumbled forward catching himself in a odd flailing crazy man manner. He stood straight and glanced behind him slightly to see the guy staring at them. He turned to face Sam and grinned raising both eyebrows.
“I am suddenly reminded of that scene in Wrong Turn when the guy pulls over and asks for directions.”
"Maybe he likes you. You know people in these parts are desperate for anything."
Scrunching his nose up at the thought.
“Cannibals are not my thing, just so you know.”
Dean sent a playful shove his brothers way and winked. He side stepped and turned heading up the steps to the diner. He passed the guy staring at them and nodded to him.
"Elway.”
Grinning he went inside and looked around almost gagging on himself. He needed to take a piss, but maybe peeing outside would be more sanitary. He headed to a table and took a seat quietly fixing his jacket. As he sat he placed his hand inside his jacket and around the gun hidden inside. Always be prepared. Like boyscouts.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Snipped Sam sitting down across from Dean. Not exactly sure where he should put his arms since the table was filthy, the seat really wasn’t much better and there was a roach crawling across the table heading Dean’s way.
“Maybe you should ask him what’s good on the menu.”
Snickering, he turned his head glancing around the joint as a rather old woman with about ten gallons of makeup sauntered over towards them.
“What’ll be boys?”
Her voice deep and scratchy as she leered at the both of them. Sam ducked his head, covering his mouth as he fake coughed. This was just too much.
Dean raised an eyebrow confused at his brothers comment. Looking down he jerked back in his seat his hand leaving his gun. He grabbed the knife from the table and held it up in the air Psycho style. He slammed it down piercing the thingyroach to the table. He stuck his tongue out half gagging. He shook his head looking up at the lady. Again he was shocked. He jerked back and gulped. He looked at his brother shooting him a glare.
"Ummm..."
He leaned in looking at her nametag.
"Hazel. Hi lovely name. Suits your....eyes."
He smiled only to have a serious expression take over.
"I need..coffee...no wait."
thingyroaches could be hiding in there. He was scared to order anything.
"Come to think of it where are my manners. My brother should go first."
He looked across the table kicking his brother hard in the shin. Sam jumped at the contact already reaching down to rub at his injured leg.
“No, by all means since you’re buying, you should go first.”
Nodding to the waitress. Hazel eyed the two boys impatiently tapping her pen against the small tablet in her hand.
“Well one of ya better order something, I ain’t got all d**n day.”
She muttered causing Sam to open his mouth and come so close to saying something about the place being so busy, but he clamped it shut again. Glaring over at Dean, the kick hurt!
“Um…grilled cheese and a coffee, hold the roaches please..”
He said it sweetly with an even sweeter smile that the old woman had to chuckle despite the comment.
“And you?”
Her full attention now on Dean which gave Sam the opportunity he was waiting for, one long leg stretching out in retaliation and kicking his older brother in the shin. Dean opened his mouth to say what he wanted to order, but clamped it shut when his brother kicked him. He let his head drop onto the table and his arm curved around the top of his head. He chewed on his lip and sat up suddenly his hair kind of messy.
"Burger. Water."
Dean nodded and with one last kick from him he kicked his brother in the ankle. The table was jumping at the foot fighting underneath it. He glared across at Sam and thought about pulling his knife out tonight and maybe giving him a little haircut if he did decide to sleep. Maybe when he took one of his infamous power naps then he'd get him back. They were a odd pair at times. They couldn't be caring like most did, but they were there for each other. If Sam got into a tight spot there was Dean guns a blazing. Usually firearms. He was partial to those.
“You started it!”
Shot back the brunet when he noticed his older brother glaring at him.
"I did not!"
Dean shouted. He clearly had, but Dean would never admit that to someone if he was in open company. He always had to be right. He was the big brother. Like a couple of kids they kicked back and forth before Sam finally slid back and turned in his seat so his long legs were stretched out across the bench.
“Quit it.”
Sam muttered.
"You quit it."
The eldest brother said wrinkling up his nose and glaring at the youngest. He too moved his legs so they looked like a bunch of idiots with their feet up and their backs facing opposite ways. Sam, holding the glare his brother was giving him with one of his own and even taking it further with that freaky deaky thing they do by finishing each others sentences or seeming to know what the other is thinking.
“Quit plotting against me.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
"I have better things to do with my time then plot against you moron."
“No you don’t. You enjoy plotting against me, it’s one of your favorite past times.”
Hazel walked back over to the two men setting a water down in front of Dean and a coffee in front of Sam. The brunet eyed the coffee for a couple of seconds before lifting it to his lips and taking a taste. Nose scrunching up, eyes almost crossing.
“Ew. Battery acid.”
“I suppose you’ll be wanting a water now too?”
It was clear the woman was starting to get annoyed with them.
“Uh. Yeah.”
He too moved his legs so they looked like a bunch of idiots with their feet up and their backs facing opposite ways. He glared at Sam when he said quit it.
They were like children again. Dean glanced up as Hazel came back. He took his water and bought it to his face. He lifted it up so he could see the bottom. Nothing floating in it. Good. He sniffed it once and took a sip. Tasted normal. He put it down and watched as Hazel went to go get Sam a water.
"You know she's gonna spit in yours now because of the thingyroach comment you made and you called her coffee battery acid.”
Shrugging his shoulders.
“Whose to say she hasn’t already spit in yours?”
Drifting into silence when she approached them with their food. Clucking under her tongue.
“You two is some strange boys.”
She stared down her nose at first Dean and then Sam, arms folding against her chest. When Sam looked up, he quickly glanced back down. Seeing every last one of her nose hairs before eating was so not an appetizer.
“We get that a lot.”
His lips twitched in humor, picking his sandwich up and studying it.
“Suppose to eat it not take a picture of it.”
Commented Hazel, having yet to leave their table. Maybe Sam was right. What if Hazel had spit in his water? Ew he wanted to throw up now. He gagged somewhat and sat in silence till Hazel showed up with their food. Strange? Yeah they were. And she was a big fat monkey woman. He snorted somewhat and looked at Sam.
"No he's the strange one. I was born without defects. He has ASSburgers!"
Clearly not saying it correctly. He said it like that to emphasize a certain word. When she commented on Sam eating his sandwich he laughed.
"Yeah eat up little brother."
He leaned forward pushing the sandwich in Sam's hands into his face.
"I gotta pee."
He said getting up. His brother shot him a look and he shrugged looking back.
"Go to the restroom...sorry mom."
He said putting sarcasm on mom. He pushed the swinging door open in the back that had a little stick figure male on the front. It swung shut behind him and Dean shuddered seeing two other guys in the bathroom. One just happened to be his new buddy "Elway" from outside and the other a younger male who looked a little hideous in the boots he wore.
"Hello boys..."
Written by: Stace (me) and Jesse
Rating: PG-13 (For language)
Summary: The boys land in a small town or Luray, Kansas. Small population that keeps growing smaller by the months as something has taken a hold of this town and turning people into dinner.
Pairing: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: We do not claim to own the show, the guys or the story. They belong to The WB, the producers and writers.
Chapter One
Luray, Kansas
Field after field had passed by before his hazel eyes until finally he succumbed to the overwhelming need for sleep. The steady roar of heavy metal music no longer a bother to him and though he wouldn’t admit it in a hundred years to Dean, he was actually growing pretty fond of his brothers taste in music. Drifting further into dreamland, it wasn’t long before the old nightmare came back to haunt him. Time and time again, it was little wonder as to why the youngest Winchester was starting to show bags under his eyes. Lids blinked rapidly , caught up in the stage of REM sleep. His hands twisting into fists, his facial expression one of pain and horror. The ceiling above him exploded with fire, burning Jessica alive before his very eyes as the whispered words that Mary had so coldly reminded him of came back to bite him in the ass.
You knew for weeks about this! You could’ve saved me!
Without warning the brunet suddenly jolted awake. His right hand lifting to rub at his face as he glanced at his watch.
Great, slept all of fifteen minutes.
“Pull over somewhere man.”
Dean’s head bobbed along with the music. Lips mouthing the words as he drove. He reached forward ready to turn it up more, but upon glancing to his right he could see his baby brother snoozing some. Finally. He withdrew his hand and put it back on the wheel. He moved his left one so his elbow rested on the door. His head lolled to the side laying on his fist as he lazily drove. He heard some shifting come from Sam's direction, but he didn't think much of it. Sam had nightmares. He knew this. No big surprise. Hell Dean had them too. It had become a Winchester trait if you asked him. After his mom died his dad had them also. Dean would wake up around midnight and search through the neighbors home they were staying at and find his father tossing and turning on the pull out couch. Then Dean got them. Now Sam. He felt for his brother he truly did. If he could he'd take them away and put them upon his own burdened shoulders. He jerked somewhat when his brother awoke in a frenzy. Swerving he glared.
"Jesus Sam..."
He said trailing off. He glanced at him and did as requested. Pulling the car to a stop he looked over at his little brother who looked as scared as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"What's wrong? You gotta hurl?"
Somewhat insensitive, but this was Dean.
“Bite me.”
Muttered the brunet.
"Well that's just not nice."
Dean yelled out at him with a raised brow indicating his annoyance..
Sam’s hand clenching the door handle and pulling it towards him so the door would finally open. He just needed some air for a couple of seconds. Glancing towards the road ahead of them, the 118 mile marker glaring at him, reminding him once more of how far they’d come and still how far they had to go.
Luray, Kansas. Population 261.
Lifting his arms over his head and stretching, a series of pops soon followed and he felt a little better. Quirking a brow, he settled back down in the car and slamming the door shut just to irritate Dean.
“Just drive.”
Shooting a dark look towards Dean. His brother could be such a pain in the ass but yeah, he loved him. Leaning his head back against the seat, he was not about to fall asleep again but he definitely had to find something better to do then count how many d**n fields they’d passed.
“Is there a reason we’re on the road less traveled?”
Tone laced with sarcasm.
He sat in the car fiddling with the radio while he waited for Francis to get his ass back in the car so they could get past this hickville USA town and to the real business. He leaned back doing a drum solo on the steering wheel while waiting. He jumped some what when the door slammed shut.
"PMS much."
He grumbled and sat forward and put his foot on the gas. The car was back on the road again. He glanced at Sam when he asked why they were on this road.
"Because man...we're us. And it's fun to piss you off. Here roll down your window that’s even more fun..."
He grinned and leaned over rolling his little brothers window down purposely.
"Breath in those rocks and dust Sammy. Taste good."
Chuckling he drove on with an amused smirk on his face the whole time.
"You weren't always this pregnant dogy. What happened? College make a sissy out of you. Oh I forgot you drink Latte's now. My bad."
“How many times do I have to tell you that Latte and Coffee are two entirely different entities? And if I’m being pregnant dogy, could it possibly be because I’m stuck in this car with my older brother who has a penchant for trying to get on my nerves. Did you practice it before I was born?”
Glancing over at Dean and seeing the rather satisfied look on his face.
“Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
Shaking his head, gaze facing forward once more.
“And it’s Sam. I’m not a chubby twelve year old anymore.”
Reaching out, he rolled the window right back up and with his free hand turned Dean’s radio off, just for the tee total menace of it.
“Wow. Peace and quiet for once. The fact you listen to this kind of music explains so much about why you are the way you are.”
Rolling his eyes his head suddenly whipped to the side to glare at Sam.
"The way I am? I am a freak. Just like you. Just you refuse to accept it. You is a college boy. All smart."
He reached over giving the knob a hard twist. The speakers came to life once more bumping and blaring. He looked in Sam's direction throwing him the evil eye.
"pregnant dog."
He muttered. They were getting close to the town. Dean now had hit his first red light. He hit the brakes and watched his brother fly forward. The seat belt held him in place, but it was still funny to see his reaction.
“Jerk.”
Came the muttered response of one irritated Sam after the seat belt held him in place, still hurt like hell though. Dean looked innocent as he sat there looking out the window. He could hear his stomach rumbling and that's when he spotted it. A diner. He could use some food right now. Plus some space from Sam would be nice. The car was killing them.
"I'm hungry."
He simply stated taking the next turn. He didn't ask if Sam was hungry because he was. He swung into a makeshift parking space and killed the engine.
"Come on Francis. I'll buy you a latte."
Sam had never been so glad to see a diner in all his life though by the looks of the thing, it’d been around since the western days.
“Dude, there is no way this place has Latte’s and they probably serve the coffee with a side order of roach.”
Narrowing his eyes, he kept his mouth shut and climbed out of the car. Again, he slammed the door behind him. Striding around to meet Dean at the front of the car in his faded and worn blue jeans, faded tan jacket and tee-shirt beneath it.
“By all means, you first.”
Extending his hand out in front of him in a gracious manner. The thingyroach comment got Dean thinking. Climbing from the car he shut his own door gently unlike his stupid brother. He headed to the front of the car and silently watched the building. It looked old. Dusty. Kind of worn down. Dean didn't actually care for bugs in his mouth or anywhere so when Sam offered him off to go first he pushed his lips together in thought. He scratched the back of his head and moved his hands tugging on his black leather jacket to fix it. He reached out suddenly grabbing Sam by the back of his jacket and shoving him in front of him.
"Youngest goes first."
He said smiling.
“You mean age before beauty.”
Replied Sam, turning and grabbing his brother and tugging him forwards and side stepping at the same time so Dean was now in front. A playful shove was sent Dean’s way too. Sam smirking in the process. This place gave him the creeps which was usually bad in their line of work. Then again it could be caused by all the people staring at them.
“Dude.”
He nodded towards the man sitting out front of the diner. Dean stumbled forward catching himself in a odd flailing crazy man manner. He stood straight and glanced behind him slightly to see the guy staring at them. He turned to face Sam and grinned raising both eyebrows.
“I am suddenly reminded of that scene in Wrong Turn when the guy pulls over and asks for directions.”
"Maybe he likes you. You know people in these parts are desperate for anything."
Scrunching his nose up at the thought.
“Cannibals are not my thing, just so you know.”
Dean sent a playful shove his brothers way and winked. He side stepped and turned heading up the steps to the diner. He passed the guy staring at them and nodded to him.
"Elway.”
Grinning he went inside and looked around almost gagging on himself. He needed to take a piss, but maybe peeing outside would be more sanitary. He headed to a table and took a seat quietly fixing his jacket. As he sat he placed his hand inside his jacket and around the gun hidden inside. Always be prepared. Like boyscouts.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Snipped Sam sitting down across from Dean. Not exactly sure where he should put his arms since the table was filthy, the seat really wasn’t much better and there was a roach crawling across the table heading Dean’s way.
“Maybe you should ask him what’s good on the menu.”
Snickering, he turned his head glancing around the joint as a rather old woman with about ten gallons of makeup sauntered over towards them.
“What’ll be boys?”
Her voice deep and scratchy as she leered at the both of them. Sam ducked his head, covering his mouth as he fake coughed. This was just too much.
Dean raised an eyebrow confused at his brothers comment. Looking down he jerked back in his seat his hand leaving his gun. He grabbed the knife from the table and held it up in the air Psycho style. He slammed it down piercing the thingyroach to the table. He stuck his tongue out half gagging. He shook his head looking up at the lady. Again he was shocked. He jerked back and gulped. He looked at his brother shooting him a glare.
"Ummm..."
He leaned in looking at her nametag.
"Hazel. Hi lovely name. Suits your....eyes."
He smiled only to have a serious expression take over.
"I need..coffee...no wait."
thingyroaches could be hiding in there. He was scared to order anything.
"Come to think of it where are my manners. My brother should go first."
He looked across the table kicking his brother hard in the shin. Sam jumped at the contact already reaching down to rub at his injured leg.
“No, by all means since you’re buying, you should go first.”
Nodding to the waitress. Hazel eyed the two boys impatiently tapping her pen against the small tablet in her hand.
“Well one of ya better order something, I ain’t got all d**n day.”
She muttered causing Sam to open his mouth and come so close to saying something about the place being so busy, but he clamped it shut again. Glaring over at Dean, the kick hurt!
“Um…grilled cheese and a coffee, hold the roaches please..”
He said it sweetly with an even sweeter smile that the old woman had to chuckle despite the comment.
“And you?”
Her full attention now on Dean which gave Sam the opportunity he was waiting for, one long leg stretching out in retaliation and kicking his older brother in the shin. Dean opened his mouth to say what he wanted to order, but clamped it shut when his brother kicked him. He let his head drop onto the table and his arm curved around the top of his head. He chewed on his lip and sat up suddenly his hair kind of messy.
"Burger. Water."
Dean nodded and with one last kick from him he kicked his brother in the ankle. The table was jumping at the foot fighting underneath it. He glared across at Sam and thought about pulling his knife out tonight and maybe giving him a little haircut if he did decide to sleep. Maybe when he took one of his infamous power naps then he'd get him back. They were a odd pair at times. They couldn't be caring like most did, but they were there for each other. If Sam got into a tight spot there was Dean guns a blazing. Usually firearms. He was partial to those.
“You started it!”
Shot back the brunet when he noticed his older brother glaring at him.
"I did not!"
Dean shouted. He clearly had, but Dean would never admit that to someone if he was in open company. He always had to be right. He was the big brother. Like a couple of kids they kicked back and forth before Sam finally slid back and turned in his seat so his long legs were stretched out across the bench.
“Quit it.”
Sam muttered.
"You quit it."
The eldest brother said wrinkling up his nose and glaring at the youngest. He too moved his legs so they looked like a bunch of idiots with their feet up and their backs facing opposite ways. Sam, holding the glare his brother was giving him with one of his own and even taking it further with that freaky deaky thing they do by finishing each others sentences or seeming to know what the other is thinking.
“Quit plotting against me.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
"I have better things to do with my time then plot against you moron."
“No you don’t. You enjoy plotting against me, it’s one of your favorite past times.”
Hazel walked back over to the two men setting a water down in front of Dean and a coffee in front of Sam. The brunet eyed the coffee for a couple of seconds before lifting it to his lips and taking a taste. Nose scrunching up, eyes almost crossing.
“Ew. Battery acid.”
“I suppose you’ll be wanting a water now too?”
It was clear the woman was starting to get annoyed with them.
“Uh. Yeah.”
He too moved his legs so they looked like a bunch of idiots with their feet up and their backs facing opposite ways. He glared at Sam when he said quit it.
They were like children again. Dean glanced up as Hazel came back. He took his water and bought it to his face. He lifted it up so he could see the bottom. Nothing floating in it. Good. He sniffed it once and took a sip. Tasted normal. He put it down and watched as Hazel went to go get Sam a water.
"You know she's gonna spit in yours now because of the thingyroach comment you made and you called her coffee battery acid.”
Shrugging his shoulders.
“Whose to say she hasn’t already spit in yours?”
Drifting into silence when she approached them with their food. Clucking under her tongue.
“You two is some strange boys.”
She stared down her nose at first Dean and then Sam, arms folding against her chest. When Sam looked up, he quickly glanced back down. Seeing every last one of her nose hairs before eating was so not an appetizer.
“We get that a lot.”
His lips twitched in humor, picking his sandwich up and studying it.
“Suppose to eat it not take a picture of it.”
Commented Hazel, having yet to leave their table. Maybe Sam was right. What if Hazel had spit in his water? Ew he wanted to throw up now. He gagged somewhat and sat in silence till Hazel showed up with their food. Strange? Yeah they were. And she was a big fat monkey woman. He snorted somewhat and looked at Sam.
"No he's the strange one. I was born without defects. He has ASSburgers!"
Clearly not saying it correctly. He said it like that to emphasize a certain word. When she commented on Sam eating his sandwich he laughed.
"Yeah eat up little brother."
He leaned forward pushing the sandwich in Sam's hands into his face.
"I gotta pee."
He said getting up. His brother shot him a look and he shrugged looking back.
"Go to the restroom...sorry mom."
He said putting sarcasm on mom. He pushed the swinging door open in the back that had a little stick figure male on the front. It swung shut behind him and Dean shuddered seeing two other guys in the bathroom. One just happened to be his new buddy "Elway" from outside and the other a younger male who looked a little hideous in the boots he wore.
"Hello boys..."