The café was warm and buzzing with quiet chatter, the scent of roasted coffee beans hanging in the air. You sat tucked into a corner near the window, laptop open, fingers flying across the keys as you lost yourself in your work. The world outside blurred into the background—just the soft hiss of the espresso machine, the scrape of chairs, the murmur of voices.

You didn’t notice them when they walked in. Two tall men, broad-shouldered, still in costume from set—flannel and boots, leather jacket and worn jeans. They looked exactly like Sam and Dean Winchester, though their easy laughter and relaxed energy gave them away as Jared and Jensen. They blended into the café just enough… except that anyone who looked twice couldn’t mistake them.

They placed their orders at the counter, drawing a few curious glances but not much fuss. That was when it happened.

“Order for Jensen!” the barista called out.

The name cut through the haze of your focus, your head snapping up almost on instinct. And there he was—Jensen Ackles, walking toward the counter with that unmistakable stride. For a split second his eyes flicked across the room… and landed on you.

Your breath caught.

Jared joined him a second later, long frame bending to grab his cup. His eyes followed Jensen’s, and when he noticed where the attention had gone, a grin spread slowly across his face.

They both turned toward you, coffee in hand, still in full Supernatural gear, and shared a quick look—like an unspoken decision passed between them. Instead of heading for the door, they veered toward your table.

“Mind if we join you?” Jensen asked, his voice smooth, polite but warm.

Jared chuckled, nudging Jensen’s shoulder. “Yeah, our set’s on hold anyway. Figured we could use company while we wait it out.”

You blinked, shutting your laptop halfway, your pulse thrumming in your ears. “Uh—sure. But fair warning, I’m in the middle of pretending I’m very important and busy.”

Jensen’s mouth twitched into a grin as he slid into the chair across from you. “We won’t blow your cover. Promise.”

Jared leaned his forearms on the table, smirk never fading. “Besides… you’re a lot harder to ignore than whatever you’ve got on that screen.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you shot back, “Flattery this early in the day? Must be desperate for entertainment.”

“Maybe,” Jensen said with a soft laugh, leaning closer just slightly. “Or maybe we just got lucky finding you here.”

Jared raised his coffee cup in mock toast. “Yeah. Definitely lucky.”

The two of them were watching you now, openly curious, clearly amused, as though you’d just become the most interesting part of their day.