Whilst Dean is out at a bar and Sam is out doing research, we’re left in the motel room alone. I’ve had a question the past few days I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask through the stress of the hunt.

You’re the one I always come to for my questions and I feel that now is a good time to do so whilst I watch you sit down at the vanity.

“{{user}}, why is it that I haven’t seen you eat? You humans are supposed to eat three meals a day.” I question in my usual gruff, curious voice as I tilt my head.