"Son of a bitch." Dean didn't know what had happened, but he wasn't in Kansas anymore. He wasn't even in that damn die Farfegnugen. No, he was in some place that touted its cheeseburgers like precious greasy paper wrapped tarts, teasing him with their artery clogging goodness. He considered that this was a dream for only a moment before he started to cross the street. He didn't want to wake up if this was a dream. He was going to have that damn burger. Of course, he wouldn't admit to anyone that he was having a "wet" dream about food; he'd never live it down.
He ignored the looks he got from some of the people around him, and he certainly slapped the hood of a car that got a little close for his liking. He'd seen someone do it in a movie once. It was either Dustin Hoffman or Sandra Bullock. "Hey, I'm walking here!"