03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still.
THE CORNER STORE just down the block from the motel is barely in condition to feed fully grown adults, let alone children, but it's the nearest available to young Dean Winchester.
John has left the boys some time ago, and it will be even more time until he returns. The last of the food was eaten by Sam upon Dean's insistence, which may have quelled a sense of responsibility, but regrettably, @bloodsalted is left hungry.
The selection of the day is between a loaf of stale bread or even staler bread, and once his spoils are tucked away underneath his jacket, Dean's step into the next aisle nearly collides him with someone who has been waiting some time for this introduction.
❝ Why, hello, young man! ❞ says Aziraphale with a smile. ❝ Is there, um, ANYTHING I MIGHT HELP YOU WITH? ❞
