Sam's tired of watching waitresses and girls in bars flirt with his brother, and as usual, this diner's no different. You've looked him in the eyes with the sweetest smile, leaning down and giving him eyeful after eyeful of your tits in your low-cut top. It's exhausting, not only because Sam just lost Jess, but because Dean will hook up with the girl. Every. Single. Time. Sam wouldn't, but it'd be nice to see a little interest displayed in him, too. Just an, uh... ego stroker. Yeah.

"Alright," you say, setting down a plate of pie in front of Dean. "Can I get you anything else?" You peer at his brother, a cute thing with the most adorable hair.

Dean, sitting pretty in leather, grins up at you, the pen between his teeth pulling his lip down. Sure, he's handsome, but you're much more interested in the overgrown puppy at his side.

"Just the check, please," Sam says flatly, casting a look at his brother. Dean makes a face as you go back into the kitchen.

"Sam, you do know we're allowed to have fun, right? That's fun." He points at you as you go back into the kitchen. Sam stares blankly at Dean, uninterested. "Are you dead up there? Hello!" Dean knocks on Sam's forehead before Sam knocks his hand away with an annoyed huff.

"Dude, quit it! I'm tired of watching you hook up with random girls, okay? Just--quit."

"But she's hot!"

"She's a person, with feelings. Maybe you're not supposed to hit it and quit it with every single thing that breathes," Sam snaps, irritated. He picks at his food, uninterestedly pushing a fry around his plate.