Hi, this is my first fanfic in English (I'm Italian) and I will really appreciate feedback! Also, I promise to be no less mean to my own country in the future, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

I sat down in the last empty boot in the diner, squashing the urge to clean it. My mother would have taken out a kerchief and cleaned both the seat and the table. The surface was greasy but I was tired enough to ignore it. And God help me, I had eaten in worse place in the last few years. On second thought, my mother would never have stepped into this diner.

My quarry was supposed to be here soon enough.

It was almost time to do my job.

And not a second too soon, either. I had had quite enough of the US of A and of its citizens, too. Bloody country was made of unpleasant, rude and loudmouthed fools. And I would bet the family's fortune that the two apes I was looking for would be no better than the rest. I could not wait to be back in Europe.

WE have an assignment, remember? WE are taking the "legacies" to Rome. And may I remind you how much we love Italians? Even my inner voice was sarcastic tonight. I generally saved it for others. Especially George, who had been getting on my nerves more than usual, in the past two months.

A tired-looking waitress in a skirt that was at least three inches too short to be worn during the day came to take my order. I asked for the day's special without even looking: whatever it was, it was probably cow and/or pig, either fried or seared, with greasy stuff on top. At least in Italy we will eat better. I reminded my inner voice.

And grow even fatter. Fantastic! I had already taken three pounds during this bloody assignment. I have a weakness for pie and cheesecake, and I could admit that those were things americans excelled at.

If you can't be positive, Amy, shut up and do some research.

I am being positive. I'm positive we will be fat as a cow right on time for Christmas.

I had enough of my brain, too, for the evening. I pulled out my phone and checked the information the Men of Letters had sent me. It was mostly information about my quarry's accomplishments and some drivel about books written by a prophet named Chuck. Who ever heard of something like that?

I skipped to the information about places where they liked to eat. They had visited this diner seven times in the past three months, but never in any pattern that I could follow. They were paranoid, a trait that I could appreciate, but it had made my job very difficult: I had spent the last two months stalking them and bugging their car, while tolerating George's nagging and complaining. To say I was cross by now, would be an understatement of criminal proportions.

In fact, my life would be much simpler if I could just drug both of them and let them wake up in Rome. Let the Men of Letters deal with them. But no, no, of course not. "They must be convinced" I mocked in my dad's voice.

Finally my food arrived. QED, it was some manner of greasy pig and cow meat. Yay.

The chips weren't bad, though. I was munching on them and checking the GPS tracker on my phone when I saw it stop in front of the diner. I barely had the time to turn it off and dump it in my backpack before they came inside. They must have been hungry. God knows how much food it would take to keep the big one fed. Talk about high maintenance.

The pictures didn't show how tall they both were, actually. Even the smaller one would tower over me. Not that I was intimidated: George had been towering over me for years and if I really wanted to I could kill him three times before he ever hit the floor. Lucky for my brother, I actually loved the ass, somewhere deep down.

I had studied their habits in the last few months and had noticed that they preferred to sit in a booth or at the counter. Tonight they were all full, which worked great for me: if they decided to take their food to go I would just follow them to the bunker, slip inside and explain, and avoid waiting while they stuffed their faces.

It looked like they did not intend to leave anytime soon. In fact, they were marching toward me.

Crap they made us, Amy. Shit.

But no, I shouldn't have worried: "Hi, I'm sorry, do you mind if we sit with you? My brother is PMSing and he needs pie." it was the taller one, Samuel. No, he preferred Sam. I reminded myself that the best approach was no longer pretending I didn't know them. It would be suspicious, or well, more suspicious. The puppy-eyes, combined with a smile that was all disarming dimples, were fantastic, made him look nice and harmless. I might have been fooled, if I had not read the files.

"Of course, I can understand the need for pie" I smiled. A nice girl smile, easy, sunny, no threat. I had to work to keep remembering how to smile like that, and I wondered if this giant had to force himself to remember how not to be threatening. The other one, Dean, didn't seem to bother trying though. While his brother was bigger, Dean was… I could not quite put my finger on it: he wasn't threatening or mean or scary, but there was something dark, there, just under the surface, violence barely leashed, an intensity he could never hide completely. I could relate.

Then he put on the charm.

"That's some accent you've got there. What is a subject of Her Majesty doing in the US?" For God's sake, spare me. I was pretty enough: small, pale, dark brown hair braided on my shoulder, good cheekbones, a little make-up to enhance common brown eyes, good sized boobs under a clean t-shirt. No bombshell, though. And Dean Winchester was hitting on me. Ohhh, look, we've got an admirer. He likes us even if we are fat. Our life is finally complete! Shame that he's a caveman.

Shut up, we are not fat. Try not to sound like mother or I swear to God, we are going to a shrink as soon as we are back in England. I waited for them both to be seated.

Show time. "Actually, I was looking for you"

He took it as a line. Of course, he took it as a line. "Hmmm, really, sweetheart? And tell me, what can I do for you?" I had to admit the full power of his green eyes was something to be seen, but no. Just no.

I smiled again, this time with a bit more bite. "I meant, I was specifically sent to this godawful country to find you and your brother, Dean Winchester."

Now that got his attention. The charm vanished and he went for a weapon. Ah, there the violence is. I just kept on eating. What? I said the fries weren't bad.