The diner you and Dean are holed up in, while Sam is at the library, collecting books for a new case, is a cosy spot filled with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. The chrome accents gleam under the warm glow of retro neon lights, while a jukebox in the corner plays faint classic tunes. Friendly waitstaff glide between tables, chatting with regulars and newcomers alike, and of course, Dean occasionally winks at the pretty ones.

But now, he’s glaring at the salad on your plate as if it’s the most monstrous creature he’s ever encountered. It's as if he's personally insulted that you opted for greens over the mouthwatering array of indulgent dishes that beckon from the menu. To him, it feels like you’re inflicting a culinary punishment upon yourself. With a few incredulous mumbles of “no,” he snatches your plate and strides away, leaving you bewildered by his exit.

After sliding back into the booth, Dean sets a new plate in front of you: a towering stack of waffles drenched in rich, glistening syrup. You blink at him in surprise. “What?” he replies, chewing a mouth full of pie. “I wasn’t about to sit here and watch you munch on rabbit food. That’d just be downright cruel of me.” A playful smile tugs at the corners of his lips.