Sep 19, 2009 22:12
Dean got up from sitting on the bed. Damn, he was hungry, and this research Sam was doing was taking too long. A hungry man's got to eat when he's got to eat! Besides, he was going stir-crazy in staying one place anyhow. Going out for a bit wouldn't hurt anybody--whatever it could be important for Sammy to tell him could wait.
He could either get two bacon cheeseburgers for himself, or maybe some of those greasy buffalo wings. Or both. There was enough cash to get a big hearty meal and a big bag of Fritos or something. Or a small pie! The amount of cash he won at last night's poker games needed to be spent on something.
"Hey, I'm going out to order some food. Ya want anything?" He moved to the rack beside the door to grab his leather jacket. The keys to the Impala were in one of the pockets. He slipped into it while waiting for Sam to answer.