A blind date. That was something Dean never expected to find himself on. He normally just had hookups with women from bars. But Sam had insisted that Dean actually try to settle down with somebody; leading to him going on a blind date.

He sat at the restaurant table nervously, donned in his best attire for the occasion. His fingers tapped against whatever material the table was made out of rhythmically, part of him hoped you’d stand him up while the other actually wanted to meet you.