Bismarck, North Dakota

It was 9:00pm, street lamps greeted the brothers as they pulled up to the motel. The ground damp from rain. The doors to the impala squeaked as they opened, echoing as they slammed shut. The sign hanging above Dean's head read The Ambassador, but the first three letters didn't light up. Same old same old. Another flee bag motel, another town where he hoped his reputation didn't proceed him. Dean watched with impatience and a bottle of whisky pressed to his lips for comfort as Sam got them a room.

The room was decorated in 30year old wall paper, brown carpet, and checkered window curtains. The brothers did a quick walk through after claiming their beds. Dean of course took the one nearest to the television. Sam sat at the edge of his bed pulling a map from his backpack spreading it across his lap. The boys had rolled into town based on a lead given to them by Jody Mills who was informed by a friend on the Bismarck police department of a string of women showing up dead with their hearts missing. Signs pointed to werewolves. It sounded like a case for the Winchesters.

Dean walked over to the television set turning it on. He didn't care what was on he just needed something to fill the silence. His eyes fell on his brother who was studying the map right before he stepped over to their window. The older male leaned up against the wall, slowly pushing open the curtain as he peered out towards the parking lot. The Impala was parked in front of their room, but the parking lot was empty apart from a few other vehicles. He was feeling restless. They had been driving all day and he didn't want to be stuck in their motel room for the rest of the night. Scanning around his green eyes fell on the lights across the street. Most of the surrounding business's were already closing but not the little diner across the street. "Hey Sammy. You hungry?" asking as he closed the curtains.

"Uh, yeah sure, I could eat." Looking up from his work as he answered his brother.

"Good I'm starving."

The walk was only across the street. If they were going to be around for a few days', they certainly picked a convenient location. The restaurant was small, nothing about it stuck out. A place the could easily be overlooked which would explain the lack of customers. If it weren't for the fact the lights were one the boys would have thought the place was closed.

Ding. The two hunters made their way in. Sam motioned towards an open both sitting in front of the windows. "I'm going to check in with Cas." Dean announced as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Sam just nodded as they waited for their server.

"You're up kid."

"We got a costumer?!" the brunette looked up at Randy her Cook and the owner of the diner. Quickly grabbing the clean towel's, she had gone into the back to retrieve.

"Two actually. Show off that pretty smile and sell some hamburgers." Teasing the young women before making his way back into the kitchen. The brunette just rolled her eye's before peeking out the pantry door observing the two. They tend to get strange people at night but these guys, they seemed relatively normal. The 29-year-old pushed open the door heading behind the counter grabbing a couple of menus before heading towards the booth.

Sam's eyes glued to his phone as he read a news article and Dean was still in conversation with Cas until. There she was. Dean did a double take on the waitress approaching them. Drawn like a fly to her deep dark eyes looking back at them. She was cute. A surprising twist. Usually at places like this the servers were older with a bad smoking habit and an even worst attitude. But she was young. She looked like the girl next door, probably didn't know how pretty she was. "Oh shit!" the phone fumbled from Dean's fingers hanging up on their friend. The phone slid under the table causing Dean to bend down to retrieve it. As the male attempt to pull himself up his head hit the bottom of the table "Damn it." It took everything for Sam to not laugh at his older brother.

"Do you want to go outside and start over?" the waitress chimed in as she placed the menus on the table for them.

"I'm—we're fine."

"Okay." She smiled cheekily. "So, my names Annie and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Two coffees." Sam answered for both.

"So, Annie what do you have for pie?" Dean flashed her a wide smile.

"hmm. I really like our Apple—" Annie got cut off before she could finish. "I'll take it." Dean wasted no time, smiling once more before looking Towards Sam. "Eh, make that two."

"Okay great." Annie smiled before turning and walking back to the counter.

"Dude. Could you be more obvious?"

"What are you talking about Sam?" as if Dean didn't know. "You are ogling her like a piece of meat." Sam leaned back grabbing at his phone ignoring Dean's stare.

"I don't do that. Shit! She's coming back act cool." Dean went completely still as Annie returned with their order. "Thank you, Annie." Dean smiled as the brunette poured their coffee. "You're welcome." She replied warmly "Anything I can get for you right away."

"No, we're fine." Sam answered happily since his brother seemed to be distracted.

"Enjoy." She told them both before walking back to her spot. The rest of the time was quiet. The two men sat there for the remainder of the night talking about God knows what, but from what Annie could gather it sounded like business. The brunette read her paper, every know and again looking up stealing a glance at the older one of the two, the one who embarrassed himself. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was looking. She didn't mind. He was cute and truthfully people never gave her much attention. It was nice and knew it was nothing. They would pay their bill and she would never see them again. What was the harm? Though every time she thought he caught her, she looked away. Not nearly as confident as she would like to be.

"Hey, Annie?" Sam looked up smiling warmly at the female "Can we have our bill please?"

"Oh sure!" she responded happily. Walking back to the table, the brunette placed the ticket down about to walk away but Dean stopped her gently tapping her arm "Wait. Here you go. Keep the change." Annie smiled organizing the money in her hand. Suddenly pausing before walking away "This is too much. I can't take this."

"No. It's yours. We didn't order very much. You also have the patience of a Saint." Dean smiled his green eyes looking up at the brunette. It was kind of heart stopping. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Quickly Annie looked away afraid she would start blushing. "Thank you." She smiled offering them both a smile. Sweet guys she thought as she walked away.

The two brothers offered her a small wave before walking out of the diner. The conversation was sparse until "She was nice." Dean suddenly offered. Sam just nodded in agreement. "Cute too." Sam shot Dean a look rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Crap. I forgot my jacket. Meet you back at the room." Slapping Sam on the shoulder. Dean doubled back hurrying before they closed.

Annie went back to the table clearing their dishes when he eyes caught something in the booth. The cute one had left his jacket. Her eyes darted towards the door, but she was pretty sure they were out of the parking lot by now. The brunette placed the jacket across her arm before heading to the door. As soon as she turned the open sign off. She was greeted with frantic knocking on the door. It startled the hell out of her. She looked up seeing the male from before. Lifting the jacket, she showed it to him and he gave her two thumbs up. She found it adorable. Annie stepped back letting him in "Missing something?" she teased handing it over.

"Thank you! I can't believe I did that." Dean chuckled.

"It's okay. It happens all the time." She smiled. There was this awkward silence. Annie looked at her hands. Dean looked at his shoes as he put his coat on.

"Okay, Thanks again Annie."

"Yeah of course."

"Goodnight." Dean turned on his heel forcing himself to leave.

"Goodnight." Annie returned. She wished she had the confidence to strike up a conversation, but it just wasn't going to happen. Her eyes watched his back as he stepped out the door. Her eyes followed his every movement. The way his head turned, how he shoved his hands in his pockets. She really hated herself.

"Sammy?" Dean called out as he entered the motel room. Sam peeked his head out of the bathroom "Yeah?". Dean sat down kicking his boots off. Sliding back in his chair with a big grin dancing across his lips.

"I think I'm in love."