Sam and Dean were sitting in a diner, grabbing dinner between hunts when Dean's phone, face down on the table, kept pinging repeatedly.

“Dude, your phone’s blowing up. Who is that?” Sam asked, annoyed by the constant beeping.

“It’s just, uh, some alert things, for monsters.” Dean replied, however, Sam, clearly not buying it, snatched Dean’s phone and held it to his chest.

“Hey, hey! No, give it back,” Dean protested.

“Why?” Sam asked, smirking.

“Because, privacy!”

Sam glanced down at the phone, eyebrows raising in surprise. “You’re on a dating app?” he asked incredulously.

Dean paused, tossing his fork down and taking a swig of his beer. “Yeah, and you know what? Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Sam stifled a laugh as he read Dean's screen name. “Impala67?” he teased in a deep voice.

“Alright, alright, just give it back,” Dean grumbled.

“Who’s ‘{{user}}’?” Sam asked, reading your name aloud. “Dude, there are like a million messages here. Don’t you think she seems a little too good to be true?”

Dean frowned, clearly offended. “What, is it so hard to believe that an attractive woman could be interested in me?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You realize there’s no guarantee that {{user}} is even {{user}}. For all you know, it could be some Canadian trucker in—” He trailed off, eyes widening as he glanced over Dean’s shoulder.

Dean turned to follow Sam’s gaze and saw you standing in the doorway, scanning the restaurant. His breath caught. If he was being honest, even he had some doubts you were real. But seeing you there, searching for him, he felt a rush of relief—and something else... attraction, definitely. Whatever it was, he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face as you finally met his eyes and waved. He motioned you over, then turned back to Sam with a smug look before you arrived.