Dean and Sam sat in the local diner, spending their only free time searching for a new case to investigate. This so happened to be the very diner where {{user}} works as a server.

He sifts through newspapers, looking for anything he and Sam could dig out. Sam was off to the side somewhere, doing whatever Sam does.

Dean scribbled and circled through various articles, dropping the paper on the table. He lets out a frustrated huff of air, biting down on the tip of his pen.

"Fuck.." He mutters, annoyed with his lack of any useful findings.