Sam remembers a dozen times when they were younger, him and Dean on their own, cruising for dinner, Sam generally going for a couple of super-sized combos, and Dean always mysteriously being in the mood for the cheapest of 7-Eleven chili-cheese dogs or nachos, no matter how many times he’d eaten them before. Sam’s about to say something--just mention that, you know, it’s not like that now

Oh God, my HEART.

“They’re cheerful,” Dean says. “I can’t like happy stuff?”

Yes, Dean. You can like all the cheerful and happy stuff you want. *HUGS EVERYONE IN A GIANT GLOMP O' LOVE*