A/N: Thought I'd try something a bit different. Please read and review. All mistakes are mine.

A/N2: Just remembered chips are fries in America. Oops.

Sam:3

Dean:7

I was midway through my shift when they entered the diner. The dark, stormy man who walked like a soldier and the two little boys. One had longish, brown hair and chatted nonstop. The other had short, spiky, blondish hair and a guarded expression. They sat one one of the tables I served. As I approached to take their order, I plastered on my best waitress smile. "Hi, I'm Kelly and what can I get for you today?"

The man glanced at the board. "Burger, fries and beer." He ordered in a deep, authoritative voice.

"Yep." I found it hard not to frown in disapproval over drinking in the afternoon with children.

He turned to the older kid. "What about you, buddy?"

The kid frowned slightly. "Burger and fries please." His voice was cool and sounded like it belonged to someone much older.

"And would you like a drink with that?" I chirped cheerfully

He glared at me slightly. Clearly fake happiness irritated him. He opened his mouth to answer but his dad got there first. "He'll have a juice."

"Anything else?"

The man glanced at his youngest. "Fries and another juice. Thank you."

It was a clear dismissal. I nodded and hurried away.

A few minutes later, I brought them their drinks. The big brother trained his wary gaze on me. It felt wrong: kids that small shouldn't be so mistrustful. He nodded curtly in thanks when I placed is juice in front of him. It was an enormous contrast to his little brother who gave me a heartfelt grin and said "Tank you." In an adorable toddler way.

As I handed the man his icy beer, I noticed a silver wedding ring adorned his hand. I wondered where his wife was. Something told me she hadn't just stayed at home. "Thanks." He said simply as he placed his beer on the table. As I walked away I couldn't help but look back. The man now had the little one on his lap and was putting the straw in the kid's juice box with a precise motion. I smiled and got back to work.

When I returned with food, the man had lots of sheets of paper (research?) spread around him and some kinda notebook which he scribbled in sporadically. Both his sons were sat to the right of him, near the window, with little bother in the middle. The two boys seemed to be playing some kinda game which had them both in hysterics. The older one looked the happiest I'd seen him. They both fell silent when I approached and their dad glanced up from his work. He nodded his thanks as I placed the plates of food on the worn table.

As I was working, I regularly looked over at the small family. The older kid practically inhaled his burger but took joy in flicking his fries at his brother. However, the little one seem to take great delight in this as he picked at his fries and slurped his juice. The man shushed the kids every now and then and ate distractedly.

As the man kept working the elder kid kept his brother amused with stories which animated his face and made his eyes glow. The younger one listened happily with a look of interest and content. The man mainly had an expression of concentration which was punctuated periodically with grateful glanced at his oldest.

The man had a kid on each leg and was talking to them lovingly. He looked so much more handsome and carefree. The older looked ecstatic to be with his dad and brother and not have to amuse the little one. He looked younger and cuter than before. Probably because of the infectious grin on his face. The little one looked delighted to finally have his dad's attention.

Next time I looked, they were gone.