Dean shrugged. “I do wanna watch a movie. Just killing time till the pizza gets here. Guy’ll only knock on the door at a good bit in the film. There’s more zombies on in a little while. I like zombies. We can watch that.”
He frowned at Sam’s suggestion for a job, doing exactly what Sam had expected him to do. “What? They slept away peacefully? Lucky them. C’mon Sammy, it’s hardly apocalypse stuff.” He knew, really, that he was wasting his time. Sam wasn’t stupid and if he thought there was a job in this then he obviously had a good reason. “Okay then Sherlock, explain all…I’m all ears.”
Before Sam had the chance to start explaining, there was a knock on the door. Dean grinned and rose from his seat, readying his gun just in case it wasn’t the pizza delivery. His worries were unfounded though and he seated himself back at he table a few moments later, clutching the huge pizza box. He’d thought he wouldn’t be able to eat any more but the smell wafting from the box convinced him otherwise. He grabbed a huge slice and pushed the box towards Sam. “Knock yourself out…and tell me all about this job and then…” he checked his watch, “we have fifteen minutes or so and it’s zombie time!”