"Hellhounds don't just attack people Dean" Sam exclaimed as he slammed the passenger door of the Impala.

The brothers had pulled up in front of a glass-fronted diner, the smell of French fries and waffles thick in the hot air, seductively beckoning visitors into the air-conditioned eatery.

"Ok, you tell me what else it could've been Sammy?" Dean responded bluntly, as he threw his jacket over his arm and started to loosen his tie. "Man it's gotta be at least a hundred degrees" he whined pulling his collar apart and locking the car as he met his brothers side.

"I don't know Dean, but Owen Prescott didn't make a deal so why would a hellhound go for him?"

As the boys moved towards the welcoming, cool haven of Buddy's Diner, they were accosted the less appealing smell of gas from the dusty courtyard. Cars of all shapes and sizes were scattered around the parking lot, one station wagon looked especially worse for wear as light grey smoke was seeping out from under the hood. The owner, a young man probably in his late twenties appeared to be in an even worse state; he was resting on the trunk desperately dialing his phone as his infant daughter sat screaming in the car.

"Five minutes honey!" he called over his shoulder, only to be answered with louder wails.

Sweat poured over his furrowed brow as he held his phone in the air, seemingly to try and get signal. Sam and Dean passed the man, the older brother looking on with a mixture of pity and mocking, he was going full Lion King with that cell but he wasn't going to get any reception no matter how many times he lifted Simba in the air.

"Hey, you're not going to get anything out here Rafiki" Dean called over, the man responding with a quizzical look paired with a weak smile. "Dead space, I've got zilch as well" he held his phone up as his brother continued into the diner.

The exhausted looking father tucked his phone back in his jeans, sighing loudly.

"Thanks man," he said.

"No problem" Dean replied, feeling sorry for the guy, "Good Luck!"

"What was all that about?" Sam asked as his brother settled himself opposite at the table.

"Poor bastard's car overheated" Dean muttered, glancing out the window as he picked up the menu.

"Doesn't surprise me, it's crazy hot out there", Sam opened his MacBook as an attractive young waitress approached the table, jug in hand.

"Can I interest you guys in a glass of Buddy's finest iced tea?" she offered, flashing a sweet smile that was replicated in her ebony eyes.

Dean looked up from the menu with his lips slightly parted, slightly dazed by the pretty waitress who stood before him. Sam smirked at his brother clearing his throat loudly.

"I'd love some thanks", he replied politely, pushing forward his glass for it to be filled.

"How about you sir?" the girl turned to Dean who had snapped back into reality.

"Yeah that'd be great, thanks…" He leaned forward expectantly, his eyebrows raised.

"April" she answered with a soft smile, pouring the icy liquid into the two glasses, "You'd be pretty stupid to decline something with ice in on a day like this, if you don't mind me saying".

"No you're fine", Dean returned the smile, "Hey I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam".

Sam lifted his hand as an awkward Hi, sighing internally at his brother's efforts.

"Well it's lovely to meet such nice customers, especially on my first day here" April responded, "Anyway, can I get you anything to eat?" She took out a pad of paper from her apron and acquired a pencil from behind her ear.

"Yeah can I get the Caesar Salad, dressing on the side" Sam replied, turning back to his computer.

"Ok, Caesar Salad, dressing on the side" she muttered, scribbling down the order. "Dean?"

"Bacon Cheeseburger please." He looked up at April, flashing her a cheeky grin.

"Okie Dokie," she chuckled, rolling her eyes, much to Sam's delight. "We've got a Caesar Salad dressing on the side and a Bacon Cheeseburger no extras; that all?"

"Great, thanks" Sam confirmed.

"Awesome, I'll see you in a bit then".

April walked back to the counter, her short peach dress and apron swinging from her tiny waist as she moved to type their order into the till. Dean watched her until she was just out of earshot.

"Ok, so Hellhound… yay or nay?"

"I don't know man, I'm more interested in this disappearing girl." Sam continued to type on his computer.

"Alright," Dean took a swig of his iced tea and leaned onto the table, "So say it was a hellhound, what do you know that can kill one?"

"Well angel or demon would explain the way she just vanished," Sam mused.

"I think we should check out that lakeside, see if we can find anything," Dean suggested.

Just as Sam was about to reply, their waitress appeared at the table, focused as she lowered the plates of food.

"Hey I couldn't help but overhear," she smiled, "but the lakeside is a lovely…"

BANG!

With a startled cry April dropped the plates onto the table, spilling nothing but letting them clatter loudly.

All heads in the diner turned towards the source of the noise, some moving towards the glass windows to observe the scene unfolding outside. The man whose car had overheated was now clutching his daughter in his arms as black smoke billowed into the air.

Sam and Dean had the perfect view and although it was hectic outside, the family didn't seem to be in any danger; they just had very bad luck.

"I'm so sorry you two," April apologized, moving the plates further towards them, "If you don't need anything else then I'm just going to check if everything is alright outside."

"We're fine, thanks April," Dean assured and the waitress scuttled off into the courtyard.

The brothers watched as April jogged into the courtyard, her dark hair trailing behind her. She approached the small family and ushered them towards the diner, taking a long look at the station wagon.

"That car's a gonna," Sam muttered as he tucked into his salad.

"Yep," the older brother agreed, taking a bite of his burger, "lake?"