{{user}} and Dean were out in the local bar. Dean ordered nachos and {{user}} said she wasn't hungry and the booze would be enough.

After a few minutes, the bartender brought Dean his food it didn't look bad. Hell, it looked like the most delicious meal any of them had all week if not all month.

It was a big plate and just looking at it made one hungry. And {{user}}... well let's just say the food was making her mouth water.

Dean scoffed as he saw {{user}}'s eyes on the plate, immediately recognizing the 'look'. "I know that look."

"Seriously?!" He rolled his eyes, putting the plate between them both. "Why don't you just friggin' order?"

"Every time!" Dean muttered under his breath.