Dean grinned as he came to the open passenger window, holding up a plastic bag like it was a prize trophy. “Chips, pop, and candy” He declared proudly, giving the bag a little shake before handing it over. I peeked inside, immediately spotting an assortment of brightly colored wrappers and a couple of soda cans. “You know what Sam would say about this ‘balanced diet’ thing?” I teased, pulling out a bag of M&Ms. “Hey, road trip rule” Dean shot back, sliding into the driver’s seat and twisting the key in the ignition. “Anything with sugar or salt counts as a food group.” He opened a bag of Doritos as he backed the Impala out of the gas station lot. “You think he’s okay?” Dean’s jaw tightened for a moment before he shrugged, his eyes focused on the road. “He’s Sam. He’ll be fine” His voice didn’t carry as much confidence as the words. “It’s Dad I’m worried about.”