A/N: What better way to celebrate Palm Sunday than with a update? LOL sorry y'all I think quarantine is driving me a crazier! Thanks for the reviews each one is treasured (and the outside contact is appreciated!) A HUGE thanks to BabyGenius for the beta work! As always I do not own MacGyver or Supernatural.

The diner Jack chose was deserted inside save for them. They had chosen a booth towards the back where the three Phoenix operatives could see the door and the Winchester brothers could keep an eye on them. The five of them looked over the menu and quickly ordered. Sam got the chef's salad, despite his brother making bleating noises while Sam ordered. Riley and Mac both ordered the sunrise special with bacon for Riley and yogurt for Mac. Both Jack and Dean ordered the steak and eggs scrambled, with home fries. The only difference was that Jack ordered orange juice while everybody else got coffee. After the bored waitress left Jack leaned across the table and fixed Sam and Dean with a look.

"So is it true?" he asked staring intently at them.

Sam looked quizzical, but Dean knew what he meant. With a sigh he looked at Mac. Mac shrugged. Dean glanced at Riley who was very interested, but was pretending to work on her tablet that she had brought in. "Yea, whatever Mac told you is true."

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, looking alarmed.

Dean sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "It was like I wanted to tell the truth while I was in that room. But once I left it went away, Rowena said something about there being truth spells written on the wall."

Mac broke in from where he was fiddling with his silverware. "It was the same for me. Like I want to tell Dean the truth."

"The truth about what, Bud?" Jack asked in concern. Mac didn't respond, he kept on fiddling with his silverware.

Riley's eyebrows shot up, "You told him about the Phoenix Foundation?"

Mac sighed, avoiding her eyes, and nodded.

"The Phoenix Foundation?" Sam asked quizzically. "Aren't they like a think tank here in L.A.?"

"Of course you would know that you giant nerd. "Dean said, not the least bit surprised.

Ignoring his brother, Sam asked, "Don't tell me that the rumors are true and it's some covert government agency?"

Jack grinned a sly grin, "Okay I won't tell you."

Dean frowned at his brother, "How did you know that?"

"Unlike you, I actually pay attention when people talk, instead of taking naps."

Dean shrugged, Sam wasn't wrong. The waitress came by with the food order handing each of them their order. Dean opened his mouth to ask for steak sauce right before she slammed both A-1 and ketchup down on the table and muttered, "I guess I'll grab some more coffee for you." She yawned as she walked back to the kitchen. The next few minutes were filled with the noise of hungry people attacking their food. The waitress came back topped off their coffees and dropped a dessert menu on the table. In a bored tone she recited, "We have the best pie in three states. Our peach and apple are blue-ribbon winners." She yawned again and paddled off in the direction of the kitchen.

"So to recap, so y'all are spies, and we hunt monsters, and somebody locked us in a room with a truth spell and a hell hound." Dean quipped. He picked up the pie menu. "So who all wants pie? I'm thinking we have to try both the apple and peach with that ringing endorsement."

"A truth spell?" Riley asked, incredulous.

"Really Dean, you haven't even finished your food yet!" Sam said in exasperation.

Dean shoved another piece of steak into his mouth and ignoring his brother answered Riley, "that's what Rowena said." He turned to Sam, "Didn't I say that earlier?" Sam just rolled his eyes. At Riley's blank look, Dean filled in, "About yea tall, lots of red hair, likes dresses, is a witch?" Dean shoved a fork full of eggs into his mouth and shrugged. "She isn't too bad for a witch." Dean frowned and turned to his brother, "By the way, where is Cas? I figured he'd at least show up after all the hard work was done?"

"Were you raised in a barn?" Sam asked, past done with his brother's antics.

"The angel friend, right?" Jack asked, not giving Dean a chance to answer Sam.

Sam nodded, "Cas thought Naomi or some of the other angels might have had something to do with your disappearance, so he went up to Heaven to see if he could find something out."

While Riley had been eating she also had been on her tablet. "Apparently the 'Supernatural' books by Carver Edlund have a cult following on the internet. A few people have said that the books are based on Sam and Dean Winchester."

"I told you thing that go bump in the night are real!" Jack exclaimed.

Both Riley and Mac rolled their eyes, "We know." They chorused.

Jack looked excitedly at them, "But now I have proof!" He was about to say more, but the waitress appeared and he didn't want to freak her out.

She came shambling back with the coffee pot. After topping off the coffees again she intoned, "Do you want any of you want some of our award winning pie?"

Dean gave the waitress who looked to be in her mid fifties his best grin, and she melted a little bit. "Sure thing sweetheart! I'll have a slice each of your delicious sounding apple and peach!" He glanced at the Phoenix side of the table. "Y'all want some award winning pie?"

"Make that two slices of both pies, please." Jack said smiling at the waitress, but she only had eyes for Dean.

She grinned for the first time and practically cooed at Dean. "I'll have those right out for you, sweetheart. I'll even throw in some ice cream on the house." She left with a bit more life in her.

Jack wagged a finger, "Now is that some of that magic? Cause she didn't give into the Dalton charm."

Riley groaned. Mac said, "Not everybody is charmed by you Jack. Some people have standards." Jack shot both of them a dirty look.

"I'm a pretty charming guy." Dean added with a grin. It was Sam's turn to laugh. In retaliation Dean elbowed his little brother in the ribs.

The waitress came out with the four slices of pie. Two were heaped with ice cream and whipped cream. With a grin she placed those two in front of Dean. "Anything else you might need, Sweetheart?" She haphazardly dropped the other two slices in front of Jack.

"This looks fine, ma'am!" Dean answered grinned at the now attentive waitress.

"Well, if you need anything, anything at all just call for Sam and I'll come running. Now let me grab some of those empty dishes." She grabbed the empty plate in front of Dean and Sam. Then she grabbed the plate from in front of Jack while he was trying to get the last bite. With one last bat of her eyelashes, she was gone.

Dean started to turn to his brother, but Sam held his hand-up. "Not a word."

With a sigh Dean turned back to his pie that Jack was eyeing. In a moment of generosity Dean suggested. "Why don't you let the geek squad share your slices and I'll spilt mine with you." The slices that Jack had been given were normal sizes, while the ones of front of Dean were almost the size of two slices, and dripping with a extra large scoop of vanilla ice cream, with whipped cream almost falling off the plate.

Jack grinned at the offer and slid his two slices down the table, where Mac grabbed them and carefully divided them into thirds. He then slid a third of both the apple and peach into his plate, and pushed the rest toward Riley and Sam. Looking at Sam, Mac asked, "So you're the nerd of the family?"

Sam laughed and accepted the plate that Riley slid to him with his slices of pie on it. "Dean's smart enough, he just doesn't like to show it." He glanced at his brother who was deep in conversation with Jack. "Since I went to Stanford, I'll always be the family nerd. You?"

Riley snorted a laugh, "Yeah, he's the family nerd alright. He went to MIT before he could even vote much less drink. Heck, he joined up before he could drink!"

Mac blushed and took another bite of the pie. It was actually really good. "My dad is just as smart as I am, so I'm not sure who the family nerd is."

Riley elbowed him gently. "In our family." She used her fork to indicate the Phoenix side of the table. "You are the giantest nerd ever! Never doubt you and that genus brain of yours 'Baby Einstein'" Mac had to laugh at Riley's use of Matty's nickname for him.

"Don't sell yourself short there Rils." Mac turned to look at Sam. "She has no formal education, but she can kick just about any other hacker's butt."

Sam raised his eyebrow looking her over, "Really?"

Riley shrugged a shoulder as she chewed the last piece of her bacon. "I may have hacked the NSA for fun a time…or two."

Sam's eyes lit up. "So I know my way around a computer pretty well but I have been having trouble getting into…." Sam and Riley continued their conversation with a little bit of input from Mac now and then.

Meanwhile Dean and Jack were also deep in conversation. Dean shoveled a forkful of ice cream, pie, and whipped cream into his mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure as the cold of the ice cream battled with the warm filling.. "So what's your favorite weapon? Mine's probably the grenade launcher, but I'm also pretty partial to my Dessert Eagle."

Jack let out a low whistle as he also dug into the slab of pie. "That's a hard one. My boy over there is all the time whipping up something that goes boom! But I've got an antique Sharps at home that is a beaut!"

Jack took another large bite of pie. It was almost…almost as good as his Granny's. He grabbed a forkful of the peach, which was equally as good. Breaking off a piece of the crust he munched at the delicious piece across the table Dean was also enjoying the pie. "So since there are monsters and such, there has to be a way to kill them…right?" The reason monsters and things that went bump in the night scared him so bad was because he didn't know how to kill them if they went after him or his team. With people, most things could be solved with a double tap to the head, but not monsters.

Dean had just shoved a large piece of pie in his mouth with some of the ice cream dribbling down the side of his mouth. Using the back of his hand Dean whipped the ice cream off and chewed a couple of times. "Depends. Most of the time there's a way to kill 'em or at least get them off the board for a while. Vamps you cut their heads off, werewolves, silver bullet to the heart, ghosts, salt and burn. Other things you have to look-up. That's what Sammy's good at." He took another bite. "All that nerd stuff."

Nodding Jack gathered another forkful of apple pie. They had almost demolished both slices. "I bet Mac and Riley would kick butt at stuff like that."

"Yeah, your boy seemed like a very resourceful guy when we were locked in that room. I could tell he had everything categorized and knew what would and wouldn't work while I was still trying to tear the arm of my chair off." Jack followed Dean's glaze to the bruising on Dean's arm.

Jack glanced down at Mac. He could see Mac's wrists and arm, and while it was bit red, it still looked a lot better than Dean's. A small smile appeared on Jack's face. "Yeah, he's pretty handy."

Scraping up the last little bit of the peach pie, Jack quickly cleaned the peach plate, while Dean cleaned the apple plate. The kids were deep in a conversation about something nerdy. Their waitress rushed over to their table with only eyes for Dean.

"So Sweetie, what did you think?"

"Delicious as promised." Dean flashed her another mega-wat grin, and Jack saw her melt a little bit more, if that was possible.

Simpering a little she asked, "So how's that check going to be divided?"

Jack spoke up. "This side will be on the same ticket."

Dean nodded, "And mine and his." Dean indicated his brother, "Will be on the same one. Thanks, Sweetheart." Jack could have sworn she whimpered at his smile, as she moved off with their pie dishes. Giving Dean a look Jack shook his head, Dean just shrugged with a small grin.

This time the waitress hustled over with the two tickets, "no rush on these. Take all the time you need and Ernie will be glad to take payment over at the register." She hiked her thumb over her shoulder to where a guy was reading a book behind said cash register. "Let me freshen up those coffees again." She took off towards the kitchen.

Elbowing his brother Dean asked, "Why don't you go pay?"

Sam broke off his conversation with a frown. "Why don't you go pay, You're the one sitting on the outside?" Dean broke out the most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes Jack had ever seen. "Fine!" Sam huffed as he yanked the ticket out of Dean's hand.

Jack felt an elbow in his ribs. "Think you might can slide out? I need to hit up the ladies room." Riley asked. "Unlike you guys I can't exactly go behind a bush." Jack nodded and scooted out. Standing up he grabbed his card out of his wallet. He handed both to Mac.

"Why don't you go up there with Winchester Jr. and pay for this."

Mac went with only a small eye-roll which Jack counted as a win. Sitting back at the table the two men chatted and watched the now happily smiling waitress cross the restaurant. Then the ground started to shake.