"I sure as hell hope you're not growing anymore." If Sam got any taller he'd have to install a sunroof on the impala, and if there was a way to douche her up, that was a good start. He gave Sam a bit of a look, but really, he knew Sam would eat just about anything most of the time. You had to learn not to be picky when the choices for dinner in tiny towns was really slim.
"Deal," Dean called back and made himself comfy on the couch while he waited, letting his eyes drift closed for a few minutes while he listened to the water.
When Sam came out, he opened an eye before giving a little grunt as he pushed himself up. Once he'd stretched he headed to grab his boots and keys. "There's a few places around where I work, haven't tried the chinese yet. Sometimes that stuff... though, here it's probably all good." He shrugged and made for the door, leaving it open for Sam to follow him out to the car. "Bakery first. It's closest, I think."