The familiar scent of sizzling bacon and black coffee filled the air, overpowering the remaining odor from their last hunt, a ghost terrorizing a group of farmers a few towns over. A light rain had started to drizzle outside, a light thumping against the window that overlooked the street of the rural space that they had decided to take a pitstop at.

Sam sat in the cracked, red booth, his leg bouncing slightly underneath the sticky table. He absentmindedly picked at a salad with lettuce that had seen better days, but his attention was mainly on the low light of his computer.

Dean, however, was not as focused on their next hunt. He held a burger so big that was almost grotesque with both hands, groaning exaggeratedly when he took a bite.

“Baby, you gotta try this,” he said to {{user}} sitting right beside him in between a bite, one hand coming up to wipe away a smear of ketchup in the corner of his mouth.

“Dean, that looks like it would give you a heart attack,” Sam sighed before {{user}} could reply. He was getting a little tired of this dynamic since {{user}} had joined the team. Plus, it was honestly a little gross too.

He turned his laptop around so that they could see. “Can we just focus on our next hunt? I think I found something.”

Dean placed the burger back down onto the plate. “Alright, fine, be a party pooper. What’d you find?” He asked, trying to hold back an eye roll. One hand drifted down onto {{user}}’s thigh under the table.