You were working your shift at the diner late at night when two boys stumbled in, looking worn down and exhausted. This wasn’t unnecessarily unusual for late night customers but they didn’t look drunk like most of them were, they looked like they’d been through hell and back.

Being one of the few waiters left, you made your way to their table, taking their orders, one of them ordering a coffee and the other ordering not one, but two burgers for himself.

Now, you weren’t totally oblivious. You could see one of the two eyeing up another waitress before whispering to the other one. After happily chowing down his two burgers, he was making his way towards the counter, telling the world’s worst pick-up line to the waitress. And it worked.

What you were oblivious to was the way the other brother, Sam, had been nearly watching your every move with puppy dog eyes like he was utterly infatuated with you from first glance. So it was no surprise that when you spoke to him, he hung onto every word like it was a message from God.

“How does your friend manage to pick up girls with the most god awful pick up lines?” You asked, gesturing over to his brother, Dean, who was still flirting with the waitress at the counter.

“Been asking myself the same thing for years,” Sam replied, a small spark of amusement in his voice. His attention flicked towards his brother for a mere moment before his gaze found you again.