Sam wiped his large hands down the dark green apron that hung from around his waist. The plain black shirt was tight revealing the muscular chest and back underneath. The disadvantage of a uniform, Sam mused. The smell of fresh coffee milled around the air, clinging to Sam's clothes and hair. He sighed before plastering on a fake smile ready to serve the next customer.
"What can I get you?" Sam has asked before even looking up.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean stood before the coffee counter with a pompous grin stretched across his lips. "I'll just have a coffee..."
Dean's smile faded as a scowl appeared on his brother's lips, "Dean!" Sam hissed, pushing his brother to one side, allowing a colleague to attend to the growing queue. "What are you doing here?"
"Wow. Chill out." Dean mentally took back his words as Sam's anger increased. "What's the matter?"
"Dean, I've been working here every day for the last month while you run about collecting leads or doing whatever it is that you're doing. I've told you, there's no point me sitting around here everyday waiting to over hear those guys!"
Dean hardened his tone, "This is their meeting place. They come everyday. We would already have something if you did your job and listened!"
"Dean, I had to wear I hair net." Sam's voice had lost all fight.
Trying not to draw attention to his smirk, Dean spoke casually, "Why?"
"Well, I was making the cakes."
The smirk broke full force onto the elder Winchester's lips. Sam groaned and turned as his name was called by the bristo manager.
"Look, Dean. I've got to get back to work so go away." Sam began to walk, deflated, back to serve when his brother shouted over to him.
"Hey, Sammy! What about my coffee?!"
Sam waved him away, humiliated.