You hadn’t seen Dean Winchester since your sophomore year of high school. The boy moved a lot, so once a month passed and he moved, you two tried to keep in touch, but ultimately failed.

You now worked in a small town diner, and as two men walked in, the shorter one, with piercing green eyes, dirty blonde hair and a handsome face, looked vaguely familiar. They sat down in your section, and after a few minutes, the taller one, with hazel eyes, dark brown hair that hit his shoulders, and a constant puppy-dog eyed look, politely waved you over, signaling they were ready to order.

“I’ll have a salad, with a coffee, black.” The tall one said, closing the menu and handing it to you.

“And I’ll have your double bacon burger with fries, and a coffee, also black.” The one with the Rapunzel-looking eyes said, giving you a charming smile that you just knew you had seen many times before.