Moonlight Dwelling

Dean didn't say a word as he reached over to t urn up the radio. Of course he'd been tempted because he'd known from the moment he woke up in the hospital that something was wrong.

"I feel like steak. Could you check for a place around here?"

"Sure."

Sam knew that Dean wouldn't answer his question so he just grabbed his cell to search for a place to eat.

"So are you going to put Goofa Dust on your steak?"

"Huh?"

"Like you said it does look like pepper."

"Sammy I don't plan on having evil steak."

"There's a steakhouse ten miles away."

By Barbara Desmond