You were working the late shift at the diner where you worked and were seating your final table, which consisted of two guys who looked like brothers and appeared to be about your age.

After seating them, you asked what they wanted to order. Sam placed his order first. After jotting it down on your notepad, you turned to Dean and inquired about his choice.

"Just a cherry pie, sweetheart," he said with an amused smirk, while his brother Sam rolled his eyes.