Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bitch) wrote, |
>“Shut up and eat your breakfast, Sammy. 's getting cold.”
Yeah, because noon is a valid time for breakfast, never mind that burgers aren’t breakfast food anyway. He doesn’t mention that, because he’s spent his whole life like this, and he gets that it doesn’t matter to Dean (or Dad), so saying anything about normal mealtimes and normal meals is just ignored or mocked.
He slides the laptop back a little and sits up, unwrapping the burger and staring at it. It looks crappier than normal burgers do, even. He looks over at his brother with what probably looks like a nauseated look.
“Dude, I asked for a salad,” he says. He doesn’t expect that Dean’s going to take well to his annoyance, because it’s pretty obvious Dean’s not in the best mood ever, either... but he doesn’t care. He’s not in the mood to just sit by quietly right now. He hasn’t been for a while, actually - which is probably part of the reason they got left out of this hunt (not that he minds, but Dean’s pissy about that) even though it’s supposed to be an easy one. Because Dad thinks he’s going to mouth off in the middle of a dangerous situation and get them all killed, or that he’s a five year old who needs Dean here to keep an eye on him.
He forces down a bite of the burger, focuses on the good aspects and not on the way he can practically feel the grease seeping in, attacking his skin and clogging his arteries... it's totally not working. Not even a little. He wonders if refusing to eat unless it’s something he wants will still work - he hasn’t tried it since he was a kid, and it never worked on Dad but it was like his secret weapon with Dean.
He’s not sure it’s even pretending to refuse, though, at this point. There’s not even lettuce on here. He sets the burger down and makes a face.
“This is gross.”