Dean had started his day completely stressed out and focused on his report, never expecting to meet a nice guy like Sam and never expecting to put himself out there to help a guy that had gained his respect lose some weight. Fortunately he had finished his report, and he now had some time to focus on Sam. Dean had a picture in his head of Sam in one of those dramatic before and after photos that were typically used for weight loss products. He could just imagine Sam's gratitude for the help and this whole experience bringing them closer together.
"It could've been worse" he thought to himself on the drive there. "I have to eat light, though, and maybe convince him to stop a helping or two early." he thought to himself, as his stomach started growling shortly after, as though to contradict him. Maybe he was hungrier than he thought. "Well, at least I finished that report. Maybe I could use a little reward."
Sam, in the meantime, was relieved to be done with all the cavorting around the gym. He was glad that it wasn't time wasted, though, as he managed to convince Dean to go to the buffet with him because of it! He was sure that as long as he could keep Dean around temptations long enough, he could start to turn Dean around. Like Dean, Sam had some of his own images in his head, only in this case, it was the reverse. He was picturing Dean with a big fat gut, looking joyful and at peace instead of putting on airs and having a stick up his ass. He was hoping this buffet trip could be the first step in that journey.
Sam hadn't told Ian anything about his plans for Dean yet, but he and Ian were always on the same wavelength. He was sure that Ian would see the same thing in Dean and want to see him finally let go, too. He was certain he wouldn't even have to say anything to Ian to get him on board, and his help would definitely be appreciated; there was power in numbers after all.
Soon, Sam arrived at the buffet, seeing Dean's car pull up, too. He was glad that Dean was actually coming along, and hadn't flaked out on him yet. He didn't see Ian's car anywhere yet, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before Ian was here and ready to go. The buffet itself was quite spacious, set up with a large ring of seating surrounding a central ring of food trays with the kitchen right in the middle. The place was called "Three Jolly Chefs" and it had a logo of three cartoonish bellies next to each other with each word of the restaurant name on one of the bellies, right above the x's that represented the belly buttons.
Dean looked skeptical, but he had left his car, and as Sam waddled over, he grabbed Dean's arms, leading him in. Dean had a blank look on his face, almost as though he were having regrets, but Sam wasn't about to pass up this opportunity as he dragged Dean inside. Dean wasn't bothering to fight Sam off either. It was clear that they were now in Sam's wheelhouse, and Sam was taking over, a stark contrast from Dean confidently taking the lead in the gym. As they passed through the two sets of double doors, with Sam getting them seats, a wall of smells of delicious fried goodness started assaulting Dean's nose, providing him with temptations for foods he long ago swore off.
Soon, Sam had sat the two of them down, and Dean looked overwhelmed, fighting an invisible battle in his head as he tried to resist all of the delicious food that was so close and easily accessible. Sam checked his phone, saying, "Looks like Ian's not here yet. C'mon! Let's get started!" and Sam once again started pulling on Dean's arm. Normally, Sam would already be loading up a couple plates, piling them high with food to dig into, but he was being surprisingly reserved, focused only on Dean.
"So what do you wanna eat?" Sam said, as Dean said, "Maybe a salad." and Sam gave him major side-eye, saying, "C'mon! Think of it as a cheat day! You can go for one meal eating what you really want! What's something good that you haven't had in a while that you miss?" Dean humored him, saying, "I don't know, fried chicken I guess?" and Sam chuckled saying, "Then you've come to the right place!" and he brought Dean over to the fried chicken rack, where it sat, fresh and crispy, disappearing quickly, as this buffet was known for its chicken.
Sam grabbed a few for Dean, getting his food for him almost like he was a child, asking him what he liked before getting his own plate piled high with food. Dean looked skeptical, but not in the sense of being grossed out, more like someone who was worried about getting in trouble if he ate the food. Nobody was here to scold him, though. It was completely self-imposed.
The two sat back down and Dean was quite surprised to see Sam staring at him, expecting him to dig in right away, which to be fair, would typically happen. Sam said, "Well, are you gonna try it? I wanna see your reaction!" and Dean took a big bite out of a chicken thigh, his eyes widening as he let out an audible moan, chewing the greasy chicken down quickly before taking another big bite.
Sam smiled in satisfaction, seeing the pure catharsis on Dean's face from eating the delicious food as he started eating himself, keeping his eye on Dean almost like a doting parent. Sam said "Well?" and Dean said, "Weww ish *gulp* It's really good! Best I've had! I haven't eaten like this in years! No wonder you're so..." and Sam said, "Fat?" seeing the embarrassed look on Dean's face. Sam just chuckled and said, "Of course! Life is short! Why not enjoy the good things in it?"
Dean looked at Sam like he had sprouted a second head, but was starting to eat again despite himself, with Sam saying, "I think you see my point, Dean."
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