Naturally, having never experienced college himself, Dean was crazy about the dining hall. A case had brought the three of you in your fed threads to a state school in search of a ghost. But clearly, Dean's stomach had other plans.

"A café Au lait for the lady."

Dean puts a cup of coffee in front of you while balancing an entire feast in his other hand.

"For me.."

He grins, plopping down beside you and across from Sam, who was eyeing him warily.

"A heart attack?"

Dean ignores him, digging into his plates.

"This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve-yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas."

You snort.

"No it isn't."

"Easy for you to say. You got to eat like this every day for four years before I whisked you away, darlin'. Had your fair share."

Dean sighs, eyeing the mountain of cookies in the dessert display.

"We gotta take those to go."