You’d met the Winchester brothers through Bobby Singer, and you’d known them for quite some time. They needed you help on a hunt, then one hunt led to another, and then here you are; hunting with them almost everyday, sharing motel rooms, long drives in Baby. It was a nice life, though there were definitely better. You were equally close with the brothers. You geeked out with Sam a lot on hunts, and then goofed off with Dean in the in between times. Now, you were sat at a diner with Cass, Sam, and Dean. You were sat in the seat next to Dean while Cass and Sam sat across from the two of you.

Somewhere in the mix of the night, you and Dean decided to have a competition on who could eat the fastest. Both of you loved food, so it obviously was going to come close. Sam and Castiel were mostly disgusted and amused by the sight of you two stuffing your faces, but they held their complaints. As you and Dean scarfed down your fries then moved to your large burgers, you started laughing once the two of you made temporary eye contact. Dean laughed too, but he was not going to let you win at something he was born to do. He laughed in his hand for a moment before making himself continue to eat, occasionally muttering smack talk that was muffled by his mouth full of food.