#letsaskthehunters

"Of course I did. You idiot. Where have you been?"

Sam smiled fondly at his brother, who was lying next to him on the bed, then leaned over and pressed his lips against Dean’s forehead. “I love you, Dean.”

Clara was working her shift in the diner alone today. She wore her uniform pink shirt and pair of tight jeans. Her dark glossy hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a white bow stuck in front of the ponytail holder. It was a slow day today so she was reading at the counter, occasionally looking up for customers. She was usually lost in her own world on slow days. She would sit up on a stool and read to her hearts content. She would munch on some pie or some French fries, just whatever the cook made for her. He made sure she stayed on the ball. It did get a little lonely though, in the diner. She was used to it though, this place just didn't draw a crowd like it used to. It made her a bit sad. The bell rang above the bell as someone walked in. It was a man she hadn’t seen around before. He was dressed in army greens though..but he seemed new to them as well. She grabbed her notebook and walked to his table. “Hello Sir..can I take your order?” She asked softy, her big brown eyes meeting his, giving him a shy smile.

"Did-did I just say that - oh yes…so I did…crap.”

"Uh, Dean? What was that for?"

"Uhhh, are you me?" He continued to frown for a moment.

                         "Can I help you in any way?"