"Ugh, c'mon."

Dean grumbles, looking over the menu of the local restaurant the two of you stopped into. Lily Dale, New York was America's most psychic city and had been subject to a lot of questionable murders that had popped up on Dean's radar. That, and he wanted to get his mind off of his falling out with Sam.

"What's wrong?"

You ask Dean, watching as his nose scrunches up cutely and his green eyes get all stormy.

"This menu is all freakin' vegan spiritual crap."

He huffs, closing it.

"Don't bother lookin' at it."

He adds.

"Already checked it for the stuff you like."

Dean gives you a tiny smile, trying to focus on you and not the gnawing annoyance he felt towards his brother. Who happened to be sitting a few tables over. Dean does a double-take, making sure he isn't seeing things.

"Ugh, great. Sammy's here."

He murmurs to you, waving down a waitress.

"Could we get two coffees, please? One black and one with five sugars."

The waitress walks off, and Dean points at you with a teasing smirk.

"And you're not getting more than five. We don't need a repeat of what happened in Santa Fe, darlin'."