look after you, spn

009. whiplash

Lucy walks out of the bathroom after getting ready, finding Sam sitting at the table and on his phone.

"What?" Sam asks. "Uh-- me--" Sam rolls his eyes as he puts his phone down.

Lucy's urge to ask a question dissipates when she notices his annoyed expression. She ignores her grumbling stomach, opting to just go distract herself with a book.

"Hey." Sam's voice gets her to stop. "Come on, uh, Dean told me to meet him at Waldo's. It's a waffle places so you can get some breakfast."

"Oh. Okay." Lucy nods, sighing in relief.

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They get to the waffle place and find Dean sitting at the counter and walk over and he notices them.

"Oh. Hey, did you bring any, um..." Dean points to his head. Sam takes a pill bottle out of his jacket pocket and shakes it. "Yes." He takes the bottle.

"Sounded like you could use it." Sam says.

"Oh, man." Dean opens the bottle, shaking a couple pills out.

"Rough night?" Sam asks, sitting next to his brother and Lucy sits next to him.

"Rough morning." Dean corrects, taking the pills with his coffee.

"Wh-what happened? I mean, you just went out to get some food." Sam says.

"I don't know." Dean says.

"What does that mean?" Sam asks.

"I-I guess I blacked out. And judging from this hangover, it was epic." Dean says.

"Well, I tried to call you." Sam says.

"Um..." Dean shows Sam his cracked phone.

"Oh."

"Not sure how that happened."

"Great. All right, well, I'll text mom, make sure she knows to get a hold of me in case of emergency. And Cas, in case he tracks down Kelly." Sam says, getting his phone out. Dean looks at Sam in confusion. "The mother of Lucifer's love child." He reminds.

"Right. Right. Yes, the devil baby mama drama." Dean remembers. "Say that five times fast. Devil baby mama drama."

"All right, Dean, you know, uh, you had a good run, but maybe let's pump the brakes a little bit. I mean, you're not 20 anymore."

"Okay, one, the Rat Pack partied till the day they died. And B, I can still kick your ass. Mm. Got a man who needs some waffles down here."

"Oh, no. I'm-- I'm fine. I'm..." Sam tries to object.

"You can just take these if you want." Dean slides his plate over to Sam.

"Uh, I don't-- here. You want these ones?" Sam asks Lucy.

"I--" Lucy frowns. "I can't."

"What?" Sam frowns in concern.

"I'm allergic to strawberries." She tells him. "My mom used to make me wear a bracelet that said so. I-- I think my throat swells or something."

"Okay. Okay, never mind. Um..." Sam slides the plate back over to Dean.

"Hey, what can I get you guys?" A waitress walks up.

"Um..." Sam looks at Lucy. She quickly points to an item on the menu. "Uh, three chocolate chip waffles, please." Sam says, giving the woman a polite smile. Lucy taps Sam's arm and points to a drink. "And an orange juice. That's it, but, uh, could we get it to go?"

"Of course." The waitress walks away.

"Look, the morgue opens in, like, 10 minutes." Sam informs, glancing at his watch.