This is set somewhere between season 1 and 2. Dean and Bela have not yet met.
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Dean was exhausted after the hunt he had in Pennsylvania, that all he wanted to do was rent a motel and have a quiet night to himself. He was heading into a small town when he spotted a diner off the road.
Seems good and I'm so hungry I could eat anything! Then suddenly like a sign from the heavens, shined a sign that read HOME MADE PIE! This just made my day!
Slowly I pull into the dirt parking lot and squint from the setting suns glare. It's a nice day, not too cold and not too hot just right. A nice summer evening. As I walked in I noticed there was no one except for me and a worker. He was a creepy looking guy but a lot of these small town people kind of have a creepiness to them so I just left it at that.
I sat down in the old fashioned American diner and looked at the menu.
"Good Evening there, my name is Paul. May I start you off with a drink?" asked the tall pale waiter.
He must be only a few years older than me although his tired eyes and gauntly face aged him.
"Yeah, can I get a cold beer?"
"I'm sorry sir we don't carry any beer, may I suggest a coffee? I just finished making a fresh pot."
"Sure, why not? And I'll take a slice of your home made pie"
"Of course sir, I'll be right back."
As the man went to grab a coffee Dean noticed how run down this place was. It must be a really small town for there to be no one in this joint. The sun already set and it was dusk. Dean wondered how Sam was doing and decided to call him.
"Hey Sammy! How's it going?"
"It went well Dean I found the name of the creature and Bobby is helping me. How about you?"
"Well I just came back from Pennsylvania and I solved the case, it was a run of the mill case. Vengeful spirit but I handled it and the case is closed. Anyway I'll be on my way to Bobby's when I can. I'm just outside of Pennsylvania in a little town. I'll spend the night here then head out there tomorrow in the morning."
"Alright Dean, we'll be here."
"Bye Sammy." With that Dean hung up the phone and was greeted with a hot cup of coffee and a warm slice of pie.
"Thank you. "
"You enjoy sir."
Man that guy is creepy, even the way he walks is creepy. I'm just going to refer to him as Mr. Creepy.
The coffee was delicious and so was the pie. Dean couldn't be more pleased. As Dean stood up to head towards the register and pay for his meal he felt a little woozy. He shook it off as being exhaustion. He made his way towards the waiter who was standing behind the counter and for some reason the distance seemed longer than it did before. The room suddenly started to spin and the waiter just stared at him with an eerie smile. Dean's vision blurred in and out and he started losing his balance. The last thing he remembers is hitting the floor and seeing Mr. Creepy smiling at him from ear to ear, then complete darkness.
