Dean lit a cigarette. He was only halfway through it when he saw Number Four and another lackey returning with breakfast.
"What took you so long? I'm starving!" Dean snapped at them, annoyed.
"This place is in the middle of nowhere! There weren't any restaurants open around here. We had to go a long way to get this!" Number Four complained.
Hearing nothing from inside the container, Dean started walking back, grumbling to himself.
Dean pushed open the container door from the outside. "Blondie, you done in there? We're coming in!"
Number Four peeked inside from behind Dean. "Dean, what's Blondie doing in there? Don't tell me he's messing with that little girl?" Number Four's face soured. "The way he was looking at her last night wasn't right. So much for looking out for your boys. How could he have all the fun without waiting for us to get back!"
Dean shot Number Four an annoyed glare. "Just shut up!"
