They stopped for lunch at a nice little diner by the park. Nothing too fancy, or anything, and Dean had, of course, fed the meter. Like he had before. So when they were seated somewhere he couldn't keep an eye on the car to make sure it stayed put and nothing happened to it, he was two seconds from fighting that argument before Sam put a hand on his shoulder telling him it'd be alright.
So naturally that meant he had to eat as quickly as possible while craning his neck to fail to see his car with Sam giving him a bitch face that only he could pull. "Hurry up and finish your damned food."
"Nothing's gonna happen" There was a heavy sigh and an eyeroll before the glare he got in return was met with the next few minutes trying to get a box for the rest of his food.
"If there was somewhere we didn't need to pay the damned meter that'd be even better but no" There was definite huffing at the idea that nothing was going right in his mind right now. So there he sat, waiting for his brothers box. His knee started bouncing a bit, arms crossed over his chest. Sam giving him a death glare to try and calm him down. After that came the wait for the check because the waitress didn't think it would be necessary all in one go. Then. Finally, he was able to get up and stalk out of the building, leaving Sam to apologize for the rudeness.
And of course when Dean got to where he knew he parked his Baby, there was a different car. Definitely not Baby sitting there. So he groaned, running his hands through his hair, fingers interlocking at the back as he paced. And then Sam got there and rolled his eyes with a sigh, looking around for any sign of where it could have gone while attempting to help Dean not hyperventilate.
... Again...
"I know I paid the goddamned meter, Sammy. This is where I parked 'er and she ain't here!" Well, there was more pacing. But Sam, thankfully, was not as focused on the missing car incident as the fact he saw someone standing up to head their way, it seemed. "Dean." No response, just more pacing. "... Dean"
"What?" The response was snapped before he looked to where Sam was, not knowing what to think exactly about the stranger approaching them.
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So naturally that meant he had to eat as quickly as possible while craning his neck to fail to see his car with Sam giving him a bitch face that only he could pull. "Hurry up and finish your damned food."
"Nothing's gonna happen" There was a heavy sigh and an eyeroll before the glare he got in return was met with the next few minutes trying to get a box for the rest of his food.
"If there was somewhere we didn't need to pay the damned meter that'd be even better but no" There was definite huffing at the idea that nothing was going right in his mind right now. So there he sat, waiting for his brothers box. His knee started bouncing a bit, arms crossed over his chest. Sam giving him a death glare to try and calm him down. After that came the wait for the check because the waitress didn't think it would be necessary all in one go. Then. Finally, he was able to get up and stalk out of the building, leaving Sam to apologize for the rudeness.
And of course when Dean got to where he knew he parked his Baby, there was a different car. Definitely not Baby sitting there. So he groaned, running his hands through his hair, fingers interlocking at the back as he paced. And then Sam got there and rolled his eyes with a sigh, looking around for any sign of where it could have gone while attempting to help Dean not hyperventilate.
... Again...
"I know I paid the goddamned meter, Sammy. This is where I parked 'er and she ain't here!" Well, there was more pacing. But Sam, thankfully, was not as focused on the missing car incident as the fact he saw someone standing up to head their way, it seemed. "Dean." No response, just more pacing. "... Dean"
"What?" The response was snapped before he looked to where Sam was, not knowing what to think exactly about the stranger approaching them.