Dean rolled his eyes, thoroughly offended. Strangely, this seemed to earn him even more appreciation from the man behind the counter. Dean couldn't help it - he felt a touch of pride at earning a slightly less hairy eyeball from the guy.
He walked away from the counter, trailing his brother. He stepped around Sam, effectively stopping him in between the baskets of red berries and the baskets of blue berries (blueberries maybe). "How about some of these, uh, summer berries? They're very - " he hesitated, glanced at the sign posted among the fruit, and finished a little flat, " - juicy."
He gestured particularly to the red berries, leaning down a bit to "inspect". When Sam followed his lead, he said, "So I can't leave here. You're going to have to do recon." He stood straight, gesturing grandly, and (rather loudly) announcing, "They go great with milk." Milk? It was on the wall behind Sam, of course.
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He walked away from the counter, trailing his brother. He stepped around Sam, effectively stopping him in between the baskets of red berries and the baskets of blue berries (blueberries maybe). "How about some of these, uh, summer berries? They're very - " he hesitated, glanced at the sign posted among the fruit, and finished a little flat, " - juicy."
He gestured particularly to the red berries, leaning down a bit to "inspect". When Sam followed his lead, he said, "So I can't leave here. You're going to have to do recon." He stood straight, gesturing grandly, and (rather loudly) announcing, "They go great with milk." Milk? It was on the wall behind Sam, of course.