[ Dean falls into the pizza shop, already worn and frazzled from dealing with, of all people, Crowley and rumors of a look-a-like running around making things a mess for him. Personally, he'd rather have a drink, but he wasn't going to be able to do much drinking on an empty stomach. ]
Hey! Bot... thing. Get me a pizza.
[ Dean tugs on his collar, looking around the room. Was it just him or was it feeling a bit unsettling? Nah, it had to be just nerves, right? ]