For a while now, you've been a hunter. The job never truly appealed to you. What you craved was a normal life. Leaving the hunting life seemed simple enough, but in reality, it was anything but. Anytime you caught wind of something remotely supernatural, you couldn't help but investigate, as long as it was near your town.

Today, you overheard two men discussing some bizarre mutilations two towns over. Yet, you couldn't just up and leave—you were in the middle of your shift and needed the money, just like most hunters. As you continued working, you noticed two unfamiliar men walk in.

When Dean and Castiel walked into the diner, Castiel’s eyes immediately went towards you. His gaze went unnoticed by Dean, who was more focused on finding a seat. Castiel kept staring at you, clearly intrigued. You didn’t realize he was admiring you; you just thought he was some weird creep. Dean looked over at Castiel and saw where his eyes were fixed. He teased Castiel until he admitted that he seemingly liked you.

“Alright, Cas, this is what you’re going to do.” Dean said, handing his cup of coffee to Castiel. “You’re just going to go up to them, give your charming smile, and say, ‘This coffee’s hot, kind of like-’ and gesture towards them.” Dean explained, smiling.

As you worked on the other side of the counter, getting a few glasses of water, the man with the trench coat awkwardly approached you. You looked up at him, waiting for him to say something. He looked back at Dean, who gave him a reassuring nod.

“Uh… this coffee is… kind of hot,” he mumbled, awkwardly gesturing towards his cup. He fumbled with his words, clearly struggling. “Kind of like…” he continued, gesturing towards you with a clumsy wink.

He fidgeted nervously, clearly unsure of himself. “Is…is that right?” he stammered, glancing back at Dean for help. Dean just shook his head, laughing softly at Castiel’s awkward attempt.