"You want dinner?" I asked Emma.
"Sure." She said, "that diner was good."
"Okay." I said grabbing a jacket, "common, we got to walk."
We got to the dinner around 6:30 and it was already dark out. We sat and ordered. A few moments later, Sam and Dean walked in. They walked past us and sat down with out noticing us. I smiled grabbed a napkin. On it i wrote, 'You following us, now?'. Emma chuckled. When waitress came back i gave it to her to give to them. She walked over to them and handed it to Dean, pointing over to me. He looked back then read the napkin. He looked back again and shook his head. I smiled and signed "good". As we ate, i kept an eye on them. Hard not to when they are the only thing in front of me. They kept talking in hushed voices, stopping when someone walked by. I found this odd. I mentioned this to Emma and she shrugged.
"People can have secrets." She said.
"Do you think they're criminals?" I said smirking.
She rolled her eyes. "No!"
"But they look like they're plotting something." I said.
"You're just nosy and paranoid." She said, going back to her pancakes.
"Ooo, big word. Good job." I said looking down at my food.
"Shut up." She said.
"Never." I took a bite out of my egg/bacon burger.
"That is gross." I looked up at Emma making a disgusted face.
"What?" I asked, my mouth still full.
"You have a fried egg and bacon on a burger." She said. "Who does that?
"Says Cheerios and yogurt." I shot back.
"That, is good." She said.
"And to answer your question, Dean. Look." I pointed to the boys. Their food had just arrived. Dean had a burger, Sam had a salad.
"And you asked them if they were following us."
"What do you mean?"
"Right, cuz that's not stalkerish."
I shrugged and took another bite.
We finished eating and the waitress, Jamie, was her name, asked us if we wanted dessert. We opted out. I gave Jamie my card to pay. She left and walked over past the boys table. Dean stopped her. They exchanged a few words and he handed her his credit card.
"Did you see that?" I asked Emma.
"What?" She said.
"I think those guys just paid for our food." I said.
"What?" She looked at her unfinished pancakes guiltily.
"Yeah."
Jamie came back to prove me right.