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"Don't touch my Baby," Deanna says sternly, guesturing to the Impala.

       Demi stepped into the diner, flipping the sign from closed to open, before making her way towards the counter with the computer screen. She grabbed her apron from one of the shelves at the bottom, then put it on before clocking in once the computer booted up.         She noticed a few more workers coming in from the front and back of the diner, each of them preparing for the breakfast rush they usually got every morning.         Demi plucked her name tag from her pocket and pinned it on, then watched as a guy stepped through the door.        "Hello. Welcome to Stark Diner." She greeted with a smile.

                        "Okay, Cas. Relax. I'll get you                          the damn nuggets. Calm                          your balls." Gabriel stated over the phone as she walked through the grocery store, heading for the freezer aisle. She rolled her eyes at his comment.                        "It means to calm down. Jeez." She said before hanging up as she looked through the glass doors, finding the section with the corn dogs and nuggets. She saw the last box and open the door, then leaned in to grab it, a hand crossing her path,  grabbing the box.                         "Hey, what the hell? I saw those                         first." She said, straightening up to find a guy with spiky dark blonde hair and bright green eyes.

Gabriel walked into her potions class, setting her books down on the desk she shared with Draco. She looked up when the rest of the class began to pile in, then she watched as Dean walked in, heading  his desk, followed by Harry who went to the desk he shared with Ron.                        Snape then strode into the room and began talking,                       explaining their assignment, then walked to his desk                       and sat down. Gabriel shot a grin at Draco before she                       began to work on the potion, the blond wizard watching                       her.  Once she finished, she waited for it to brew and watched as Dean looked stumped. She smirked.                       "Having a hard time,                       Winchester?" She taunted. 

"...Depends on what stuff you 'heard' about. 'Cause I've done a bunch of stuff."

"Wow. Dean Winchester. And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

                "I was doing something important."

   "Did you make this?"