“Come on, where the hell is the waitress?” Dean huffed. 

“It’s packed, Dean,” Sam mumbled. “Give her a break.” 

“Packed or not, I’m starving. I need a burger.” Dean grumbles

Someone at the counter turned towards the door once the bell rang and called out to them. Dean growled and placed his head into his hands The group gathered right beside their booth and began to chat loudly Dean’s eye visibly twitched as he reached inside his jacket only to be stopped by Sam with a firm hand on his wrist