Disclaimer: Still don't own Supernatural, but the new characters are all mine!

Chapter 2

Jack Waverly sat in the corner booth near the back, just like he always did. John Winchester's boy, Dean, had called and requested a meeting. Though Dean had said the meeting would be a casual one, the urgency in his voice suggested otherwise. He glanced at one of the waitresses behind the counter. She gave him a hearty smile, only to be contradicted by the wariness in her eyes. The jingle of the door broke their eye contact.

He knew immediately that it was Dean and Sam. Mind you, he hadn't seen either of them since they came up to his waist. There was no doubt about it, though, they were Winchesters. Jack was proud of all they had accomplished. He'd spent years with these boys when they were younger, while he taught John all the tricks of the trade. It had been a tragedy, what had happened to his wife, their mother. He understood John's need for revenge and wanted him to be prepared. Being a hunter was not a lifestyle you went into half-assed. You had to know what was out there, how to identify it, and how to stop it. Yup, Jack was damn proud of John's boys, especially since they'd lost their father. Jack stared as the two men moved toward him. Leading the two had to be Dean. He stood at about 6 feet tall, with dark blonde hair and a sculpted jaw set in determination. He wanted you to know that he was the leader. He was the one who could handle anything, and he did not enjoy having to ask for help. Dean was followed by his polar opposite. Little Sammy…well, big Sammy now! The kid easily towered over his big brother, but was not intimidating by any means. While his size and stature alone could make a lesser man uneasy, his demeanor was relaxed and welcoming. His earnest smile said that he was glad to see you. His expressive eyes said that he really meant it. Where Dean had the drive and determination, Sam had the heart. There's no doubt about it, John Winchester would be proud of his two boys.

Jack stood as they neared the table. Dean was impressed. The man must be nearing 50, but he looked spry and agile. Considering he stood, maybe, 6'2" and had a solid build, that was a great feat. He had various scars along his forearms and face, as well as a nasty gash on his neck that was still in the process of healing. This was a dude who could kick his ass blindfolded, with one arm tied behind his back, while doing the hokey pokey.

"Jack Waverly? I'm Dean Winchester."

Pegged that one, thought Jack as he shook Dean's hand.

"That makes you Sam, then." Jack extended his hand.

"Yes sir," replied Sam, accepting the gesture. "Thanks for meeting us."

"Did you boys want to get down to business, or should we eat first? You boys are looking a bit tuckered out."

"Food would be great." Sam hadn't eaten anything that wasn't from a gas station in nearly three days. They had been in such a hurry to get here. So, at this point, even greasy diner food was a delicacy.

Before any of them could motion for a waitress, a leggy blonde pounced on their table. She was wearing cowboy boots, a tight denim mini skirt, and a pink, low cut v-neck t-shirt. Very low cut. Dean's eyes gazed slowly over her shape, finally making their way to her nametag - Karly. With a k. That somehow seemed appropriate.

"Hey there, Karly." Dean's smooth, subtle drawl and disarmingly charming grin made her weak in the knees, but it was his intense green gaze that actually made them buckle.

"Karly, you're fiancé just walked in and he wants to talk to you. I've got this table."

Karly blushed, and made her way toward the man at the door.

Dean was mildly irritated by the interruption of the introductions between him and his slightly trashy, betrothed waitress. That is, he was irritated until he actually looked at the interrupter. His mouth actually fell open. Before him stood a woman who could make any man fall to his knees. She appeared to have an athletic body. Her arms were well toned, and her stance was centered and well balanced, but she was unmistakably feminine. Her waist was flawlessly pinched in the middle of her torso, and her breasts, while not ridiculously large, were plump and…Dean grasped for the right word. Inviting. He finally managed to shift his gaze to her face. Chestnut hair cascade around her shoulders, and her dark, chocolate brown eyes held a fire and a spirit that Dean recognized in his own. Her eyes also held something that Sam's often did: concern and compassion.

"Would you boys like some coffee?"

Then she smiled. Her smile was genuine, filled with warmth and comfort. The broadness of it accentuated her dimples. She had one dimple per cheek. Dean could hardly believe it. That smile took her from sexy to adorable in less than a second.

This, Dean thought, is a woman that I could wake up next to every day.

"Coffee would be great, thank you." Sam's voice snapped Dean back into reality. "And, I think we're ready to order to, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, what can I get for ya?"

"I'd like the special, with scrambled eggs and all bacon, please. Oh, and the coffee."

"I'll have my usual, thanks sweetheart." Jack was thankful this girl was their waitress. She knew him well.

"And I'm going to bring you decaf. You're looking a bit jittery, and too much caffeine isn't good for you."

Jack grimaced. She knew him too well.

"And what would you like?"

That raspy voice threw Dean into a tizzy. He thought of all the things he'd love to hear come out of that beautifully shaped mouth before realizing he'd been staring at her for an awkward amount of time. He finally locked eyes with her. Her right eyebrow was kinked up, and she was trying to stop the corners of her mouth from tilting up in an amused smile. She was slowly losing that battle. Dean was so taken with her, that all he could do was stare at her with a goofy smile. He wasn't one for sentimental clichés, but when their eyes met, it was as if something clicked on inside of him.

"How about I go and get your coffee? That ought to give you a bit more time to decide."

"Yeah, yeah, coffee, I…uh…I love coffee."

Dean felt like a complete idiot, which did not happen often. Then she flashed him that angelic smile…damn those dimples. Dean fought the supernatural on a daily basis, but he knew it would her dimples that would end up killing him.