Of course he did. What else was Dean gonna do with that much food? Sam smirked at his brother. "Gross." As if that wasn't bad enough, Dean had chased most of those burgers down with booze. The probability of Dean hurling on him tonight as a result of that particular combination was a lot higher than Sam wanted to think about right now. Not that thinking was a very high priority for him when he was stumbling over curbs and aimlessly wandering with his brother throughout the likely demon infested streets of Lawrence in the middle of the night.
"There are probably lots of demons..." Sam implied quietly. He cast a sideways look at Dean. "Out here. Right now. It'd kinda suck if they ate us."
Kind of was definitely an understatement. Sam slowly turned around to check out the path behind them. They weren't being followed. Not that he could see, anyway. Demons were tricky bastards. Some of them even knew how to use magic. One of these days, they'd learn how to turn invisible. Unless they already had? "We should probably go somewhere else," he suggested in a low voice, "y'know, just in case." If demons did attack, they'd probably target Dean. He'd eaten all those burgers, after all, which meant that he was good and fattened up for whatever barbaric cannibalistic ritual they may or may not have been planning in Sam's head. Sam really, really didn't like the idea of any demons trying to go after his big brother. They did that enough already and it'd be worse if they tried to do it right now because Dean was drunk.