Sam wanted to tell Dean for the umpteenth time that he didn't have a problem with meat, but he knew that it was never a good enough answer for his brother; the only suitable option for the younger Winchester's food woes, according to the older Winchester, was more meat. Which is exactly why Sam received the largest steak in the house.

Holding the hefty package in his hand, Sam scrunched his eyebrows at his brother. "And I should just start a fire in the hall to cook this, or what?" he asked. He could imagine Dean confiscating a grill from Sears, but all Sam could think about was how crappy it would be if things, as they were apt to do, went awry, and the mall burned down around them. No escaping the mist then.

"Anyway, I don't have—" He read the side. "—forty-two fifty to pay for this thing and the sign on the door says they don't accept plastic, so..." But he was getting the tea, so he placed the packed meat back on the counter and waved an apology at the clerk.