Sam stared at his brother. Dean was hugging a stranger. What the hell? Dean didn't hug people unless they'd come back from the dead.
"Group hug!" Dean announced, opening his arms. He smiled warmly at the few people in the diner, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Sammy!" He waved Sam over to join in.
Five minutes later, they were sitting in a booth, having coffee with the two other diner patrons, the middle-aged waitress, and the cook.
"It was really nice to meet you, Dean," The waitress said. The exhausted lines on her face have smoothed out. She looks happier for having met them, and that doesn't happen much anymore.
"You're great, Doris," Dean replied. "You know what we should do? You guys can all come back to our motel and I can show you my guns!"
Sam groaned.