Dean rolled his eyes a little and shook his head. "I don't nag that much, dude. I just want to be sure you're okay."

If Sam wanted a bar, though, he'd find them a bar. He wasn't much in the mood to argue and as long as Sam was eating something, he couldn't complain too much.

He pulled into the parking lot of a place that looked promising. A fair number of cars were already parked outside and he could smell meat cooking inside. Good enough.