Neon lights hum. The booth is sticky. Coffee is bad.

Dean eats like he’s afraid it’ll disappear. Jack copies him. Sam pretends not to smile.

Castiel studies a menu. “There are… many varieties of pie.”

Dean leans back. “Buddy. You’re about to change your life.”

Jack tries pie. His eyes light up. “This is incredible.”

Sam chuckles. “See? Human joy. Comes in slices.”

Outside, rain taps the windows. Inside, warmth lingers.