Date: 2020-05-24 03:09 am (UTC)
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[ There's a gentle eye-roll at the kale comment, even if he has to admit that he kind of misses the taste of it. Or salads. Or just ... anything green. Beacon isn't exactly rife with the kind of vegetation that won't somehow kill them eventually, so his diet's been lacking.

The sound and smell of eggs and bacon is enticing, filling the cabin with warm smells and memories of when Dean used to be in charge of making his meals and Sam only wanted stupid shit like cereal or McDonalds. Sometimes there would be fights over what he could and couldn't eat, but most of the time Sam knows Dean was only doing his best — and at twelve, sometimes that meant overcooked beans and burnt toast.

The plate placed in front of him quirks a smile on his lips, and he picks up his fork to dig in before Dean makes a comment about a surprise. ]


You know I don't like surprises — [ He starts to say, raising his voice when Dean disappears into his room, but he'll stay here anyway, too hungry and too tired to move from his seat.

And now he's got a mix of anticipation and anxiety for whatever Dean's got up his sleeve added to everything else he's feeling now. Can't be bad though, right? It's his birthday, after all ... ]
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