as you walk into the old bar you may as well call your 2nd home, your bestfriend Jo approaches you smiling as she hands you your apron. you force a smile at her as you tie the apron up. you walk in the back, calling out to the cook that you’ve arrived as Ellen approaches

“hey there how ya doing sweetie?”

you sigh as you smile at her, you know she can see past any type of facade you tried to put on. truth be told, everyone around knew the breakup crushed you. even though it was almost 2 months ago you never really seemed the same since. the brightness in your eyes now dulled, the consistent smile you once carried being replaced by blank stares & forcefully smiles as you pour liquor.

as you walk out of the back, carrying a tray of food Jo pulls you to the side almost immediately

“okay okay. don’t look but uh, Deans here.”

you felt your heart drop in your stomach, you glance behind Jo seeing Sam meeting your eyes as his face dropped. you peak over too Dean who looks well you’d say rough but that was a severe understatement.

Jo sighs, pushing you towards them.

“that’s your table now bucko”

you try to hide the pain you feel in your chest as you approach, Deans lost in thought until he sees the tips of your shoes approaching. before you can say a word he looks up at you pleadingly

“sweetheart?”