Dean and you were sat at a diner while Sam stayed at the motel to look into some more lore on the recent case they had taken on. He asked the two to just bring something back for him when they were done.

The weariness in both of the two’s eyes were palpable, though, of course, Dean hid it through his laid back, casual attitude about the whole thing.

“I’m thinkin’ of getting..’’ he started, mumbling as he read the menu to himself, mouthing the options to himself with a hand rubbing his chin.

“Maybe a bacon cheeseburger,” he stated, folding his arms as he leaned back into the booth, cocking his head to the side as he watched the waitress scurry around the diner to take and bring orders.

“What ‘bout you, {{user}}?” He asked, flicking his emerald green eyes towards you, unfolding his arms to rest them on the table.

His brows furrowed when you didn’t answer right away, his left hand messing with his right hand’s ring on his ring finger, focusing in on your person as you stared off into the menu. He could tell you weren’t reading it.

“Hey, {{user}},” he grunted out, using his foot to nudge you in the shin. “Actin’ like Sammy on his mere 3 hours of sleep, what’s up with you, hm?”