It happened today as it did every other day in the year. Dean Winchester would sit down at the booth at the far end of the diner and there would be a slice of Pecan Pie (two if he has had a rough night) and a cup of coffee. What? He comes here every day at 8:26 AM and doesn't break his pattern (Well, he sometimes orders eggs to go with his pie). He is always alone though, I don't dare ask in case it's personal. I still wonder though, what happened to his family or why he doesn't talk to anyone except me? No other person can take his order, he has asked for me every time he orders eggs, or asks for the bill, or pays. Today though, he looks exceptionally tired.

"Rough night?" I ask as I bring him a second slice of pie and tops off his cup of coffee.

"What gave that away Cas?" He says with a sarcastic tone in his sleep ridden voice.

"Mind if I ask what happened?" I questioned carefully.

"I don't want to talk about it." Dean responded.

"Okay then, if you want to talk. Let me know, I am always here." And I am too, I sleep outside once the shop closes and work all day. The money I make doesn't cover any amount of rent, and everyone I have ever dated dumped me within two months. I shower in the back and nobody cares.

"I might just take you up on that offer someday there Cas."

"Okay then, do you want the bill now?"

"Yeah, thanks." He tiredly mumbled at me while he rubbed his eyes.

"You're welcome." I said has I moved about the diner and grabbed his bill.

Once I placed the bill on his table, he put the correct amount of bills (Plus tip) on the table and left.

"Three dollars of that are mine Castiel." My evil coworker Max hissed at me (he gave me three dollars so I could get a meal last night).

I dropped the money in front of him and retreated to the opposite end of the diner to grab the lone coffee cup and plate that Dean had on his table.