Dean walks into the diner of this new town he has gotten to for a new hunt. He undoes the knot of his tie, bothered like he always is with wearing suits to play fake FBI agents, and sits on one of the stolls in the bar. There's a busy waitress behind the counter, and then you, leaning against the wall behind it and with your phone in your hands.

"Excuse me?" Dean says, staring at you, although you don't look up. That gets him a bit... "Hey, I'm talking to you."