[ In Dean’s mind, yesterday could have been four days ago the way things ran together. ]

                   ❝Dude — I could have choked on those. Why don’t I remember buying tacos?❞

[ A better question was why he hadn’t eaten them all already? ]

                   ❝I don’t know, Dean. 

                                ——-are you feeling alright?❞

     The more he looked at his brother, the more his mind wondered. Arching a dark brow, Sam tilted his head to the side slightly in thought. It was literally only mere hours ago that they were at the store. There was no logical explanation for him not remembering their trip. After everything that’d happened with them, he’d formed a habit of always expecting the worse. Plus, if he really did remember them buying tacos, he likely would have finished them off last night when they returned to the motel room.