Dean's brows lifted as he was "accosted" by a hobo? A hobo with bad fashion sense. Not that the hunter was exactly that weird dude on that model show. Though some of those models were hot. He looked over the hobo then looked back at what was at the front of the line.
"The best damn food in all of this fucking City." Yes, he said it. He wouldn't stake his life on it, but it was pretty damn good stuff. He liked his burgers and fries and booze. "Bacon cheeseburgers that will knock your socks off." If the hobo was wearing socks.
"Man, what's up with your face? Why the hell would you sleep on a bench?" Dean had noticed, but he wasn't going to bother the guy if he was getting some much needed rest. Right? Then again, waking hobos/homeless was not a good thing. Who knew what the bastard would do if woken in the wrong way.