Dean licked his lips subconsciously as he stared at the pie in the case. Emma glared at him. "Stop licking your lips, then complaining that we can't buy it. I doubt it's safe to have a seventeen year old in charge of your budget in the first place, but if you lick your lips one more time, I'll buy it then eat it in front of you."
"I'm not doing it on purpose." Dean mumbled, looking down at his burger. He felt as if someone was watching him and looked up at the strange looking guy over at table three. "Emma, it's your friend and his dad."
"Which friend? Jack?" She asked, looking over. "Dad, Jack lives a few houses down from us. In that blue house."
"The house that never mows their lawn?"
"Shush, he's coming over." Emma pulled her reddish hair out of it's ponytail and messed it around. Dean noticed the worry that flashed in her deep brown eyes. She looked exactly like her mother and nothing like Dean. "Hey Jack."
"Hi." Jack said weakly. Jack's dad stood behind him. They had the same blue eyes, the same pinkish color under their eyes, and both had a morose look. Dean stood up, sticking his hand out. Jack's father stared at it.
"I'm Dean, Emma's dad." Dean said. "You're Jack's dad?"
"No." Jack's not father said. "I'm his uncle."
"Oh… what's your name?"
"Castiel." Castiel sighed. He pushed his hands further into his pockets, trying to make it more clear that he didn't shake hands.
"Castiel… that's… unique."
"Castiel is in the top 1000 baby names according to Nameberry. My friend, Kelly, discovered that." Castiel informed Dean. Dean sighed in relief. He had friends.
"Where is Kelly now?"
"Dead." Castiel said, and did not elaborate on further. Jack and Emma looked uncomfortable.
"I thought you were exaggerating." Emma whispered to Jack. He smirked. Dean didn't like that smirk.
"Uh… are you guys new?"
"No, we've lived here since 1983."
"Oh… that's funny." Dean said. "Back in 1983 I lived with my parents and brother in Lawrence. I was four."
"Okay, it's time for us to go." Emma said. "Bye Jack!"
"Bye!" Jack said back, then clearly mouthed something to Emma along the lines of 'awkward'. Dean frowned back at the family as they walked to the car.
"What happened to Jack's father?"
"Urgh." Emma said. "Do I have to tell you?"
"Please."
"Okay, from what Jack says, his dad was a bad guy who's in prison or something. His mom is out of the picture. That's all I know. He doesn't talk much."
Dean looked down, remembering things he put in the back of his head. Dean's mother had divorced his dad when he was four, then ran off to do secret things who knows where. His dad died in a car crash years ago, a drunk driving incident. Recently his mom showed up, looking for him and Sam. She's weird, outta place, and just generally loopy. Similar to the way Castiel seemed. Just… off.
"Maybe I should drive." Emma said quickly.