[OOM: While on the road, some people just can't
keep their pink lace to themselves.]
"Dude, you know the shady-looking places have good shit at least half the time, Sam! And do you see anythin' else around he--"
Dean looks around at the bar, grinning.
"And you can shut your cakehole, geek-boy. Looks like you won't have to worry about salmonella after all."
It kinda sucks to lose those faces Sam makes when he's worried about getting food poisoning. Then again, he'll stop with his bitching, which isn't that bad a trade.
And this time Dean's not getting one of those fake-ass burgers.
No way in hell.