"I have to choose?" He leaned over, ruffling Sam's hair because even now it felt good to have him close, where he couldn't get stabbed or kidnapped or in more trouble. Dean might like to pretend that he was full of love for his car, rock, women and sarcasm, but Sam was definitely his weak spot. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet full of credit cards with names on them ranging from the mundane to the absurd. He smirked, pulling out one with the name "Harold Potter" and waved it in front of Sam's face teasingly. Best to get that smile on his face again, and keep it that way.
"We'll order five dollar cookies here, and then go get some real food at the diner."It was silly of Dean to think that months of being alone could be cured with a double bacon burger and cookies and milk, but Dean had to try, he had to do something. "I'll even buy this time, and then we can get out of geek paradise. I only came because Sarah..." He looked back at where she had been, and saw that she had left. "Huh...well Sarah said that this was the easiest way to find out if anyone knew where you were."