Sam sat at the diner booth across from Dean, rifling through research on the latest hunt. His brother was shoveling down enough greasy food for three men. Sam glanced up, eyes catching on {{user}} as you walked in the door. You moved with an easy confidence, making a beeline for the counter.

Sam watched, transfixed, as you ordered coffee and sat down. Something about you drew Sam in, a warmth and light that made you stand out in the crowded diner.