Hey everyone it has been a while. Okay this is the third (technically fourth) in my OC's main series (Hunting Dog, What Lies Beneath and You're Special). The Case That Changed It All is set after What Lies Beneath.

Please provide any criticisms, I would love to hear your thoughts. Many thanks to anyone who takes the time to read this. I will be continuing my SPN prompt challenge as well. I will endeavour to update as regularly as I can this idea has been floating around for a long time, but not had the chance to write it. So it may take time to plan the full story out properly. Once again I hope you enjoy x

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (only my OC's)

There are families dotted around the diner. The interior is neutral; coffee brown gives the place a rustic, homely feel. The red, circular metal rimmed tables 'encourage' families to be sociable. But I am probably reading too much into things, I always do.

Glass encases us all and I notice the families with young children are sitting directly next to the large, vertical windows. I smile imagining the parents warning them that any misbehaviour is going to be seen not only by the other customers but the world passing by as well. What could be more frightening than a thousand pair of judging eyes?

On the other side of the diner are families with teenagers, who are slumping in their chairs, arms crossed. I do not want to be stereotypical so I take comfort in the fact that others are listening with a smile to the gibberish stories of their bright-eyed siblings, whose arms wave as they deliver their adventurous tales. This environment is still new to me and whenever I see a family together it fills me with hope. I bet that sounds corny but it's the truth.

Then there is us. We are on the raised wooden platform in the farthest corner of the diner where the lights just about reach the edge of our table. I'm sitting nearest the stairs. Uncle Gabe is on my left, nobody is on my right, Dean is next to Uncle Gabe and Sam is on his right. Castiel is sitting opposite me, the wall behind his back, his blue eyes lock on mine.

'What do you need to do to get some food round here?' Dean grumbles.

'Heh, all you need to do is whistle and the waitresses will come Dean,' I say giggling.

I tense as Castiel opens his mouth to reprimand me, but Dean raises a hand making him stop,

'Ha ha you're hilarious and for that smartass comment you can take our orders.'

I huff as Dean smirks at me, he knows how I hate communicating in these types of situations. Out on a case I transform completely but here the thought of speaking to strangers makes me cringe.

'Fine, but don't blame me if I mess it up.'

A chorus of orders come flying my way as if we were a pack of wolves that hadn't had a successful kill in days.

'Slow down!' I raise my voice, mind spinning with different requests.

'Aww what's the matter kiddo, you're brain getting scrambled?' Uncle Gabe winks at me and I cannot stop the grin that forms on my lips.

'Very punny,' I say as I shyly lift my hand up to grab the attention of a waitress, 'Excuse me Miss we're ready to order,' I pause as she positions her notebook and black pen ready for the onslaught of information she is about receive, 'Um one stack of pancakes, um, the salad special, a stack of pancakes with syrup, butter, cream… probably all of the jams and… and bacon on the side. I think some uh, yeah just some toast. I think I'll go for the scrambled eggs, actually no, I'll go for a bacon bap, for you Americans that's a sandwich.'

The lady with long blonde hair and big… barely raises an eyebrow as she scribbles down my order. I breathe a sigh of relief.

'Can I get you anything else?' her voice rings out like a cheerful wedding bell and I wonder if it will one day fade if she keeps working here… She waits patiently as everyone stares at me.

Don't do it Celeste, don't do it. But I simply can't help myself as I feign an epiphany, 'Oh, as a side, that man over there,' I point at Dean, his face drops, 'he'll take your number please.'

'Oh well. I'll be back with your order in a moment then,' the waitress murmurs, her cheeks colouring slightly.

'Thanks,' I call after her beaming.

Once she is out of earshot Dean says gruffly,

'Seriously?'

'Come on Dean, on a rating of one to ten I'd say she's a ten. Maybe eleven.'

I cover my mouth to prevent myself from bursting out laughing as I see Sam tactically taking a swig of sparkling water. Uncle Gabe is snickering to himself and trying to avoid eye contact with me. Dean continues to look at me with a stern expression, although I like to think on the inside he finds my insightful remarks amusing. However, my stomach twists as a gravelly tone from across the table questions,

'Why can't you ever be serious?'

'What? I am serious. I mean whenever we're out on a hunt I am… It was just a joke,' my tone is full of surprise.

'Come on brother. You can't expect everyone to be serious all of the time, I mean where's the fun in that,' Uncle Gabe tries to appease his younger (I'm assuming here) brother, who looks as if he could literally kill me right now.

'Exactly! Life's meant to be fun,' I add.

'No! Life is meant to be a test. So when we get the opportunity to be normal, I say we should take it. And not… and not have it ruined by you,' Castiel says sharply.

My heart pulses as if being squeezed by an invisible force. I cast my eyes downwards and mutter under my breath,

'It was just a joke.'

'Well no one found it funny did they.'

Screw heightened angel senses.

'Sam did,' I retort bitterly.

'Sam can be very childish sometimes. I'm sure Dean didn't find it funny.'

'Well, we'll see if we get any results won't we?'

Gabe and Sam snicker once more. What is this guy's problem? Why can't he ever take a joke?

'I don't need any help with my love life Celeste,' Dean points out.

'Have you got any dates lately Dean? I think you need all the help you can get,' Dean's frown deepens and I relent with a sigh, 'Okay I'm sorry I won't do it again.'

After breakfast which we ate in complete silence (how wonderful) we exited the diner and travelled back to the bunker.

'Alright everyone you know the drill. Let's see if we can find ourselves a case,' Dean announces as we all start reading through the newspapers.

A few hours pass and apart from a few potential cases that we quickly dispel as being ordinary (yet surreal) mishaps, such as 'Women savaged by pet' which turns out it was not a skin-walker but apparently her hamster has a lot of issues (people will do anything for publicity nowadays), I suddenly stumble across an article that leaps out from the page.

'Uh guys. I think I just found our case…' I state as I hold up the header for them all to read:

'Tragedy as Family Die in Huge Explosion'.

'So? It could be an electrical fault in the house. You hear it on the news all of the time,' Dean explains as he waves a dismissive hand at me.

'That's the thing. They haven't found any evidence to suggest what caused it and look at the picture Dean. That house has been obliterated, surely something really needed to pack a punch to cause this?' I grab his arm, my eyes pleading.

'It's the closest thing we have at the moment Dean,' Sam adds as he sends me a small smile.

'Fine, we'll check it out,' Dean relents and I resist rushing forward to give him a hug.

As everyone springs into action one thought enters my mind, I hope we can prevent this from happening again…