"I'm so tired." I mumbled as I slid into the booth next to Dean. "I could fall asleep right here."
We had been awake all night trying to get our bearings on the situation we were in and trying to figure out how to get out of it. Now we sat in a diner in a more populated part of town to kill some time.
As if on cue, a waiter dressed in an outfit straight out of the fifties came over with a pot of coffee. "You ready to order?" He shot me a wink as he filled up the mug in front of me.
I saw Deans jaw clench and he wrapped his arm around me. "We'll both have the Big Ol' Breakfast. Original name, by the way." He shot as he gave the waiter a condescending smile.
Before the waiter could leave, his eyes turned black and he smiled at Dean. "Coming right up."
Sam and Dean both grew tense and the waiter turned around and left. "What is it with this town?"
"So, what's the plan?" I asked, moving the subject away from demons. "Just walk into their bar guns blazing?"
"Do we have any other options?" Dean asked, pulling me closer to him. I hadn't even noticed his arm was still around me.
"Actually you do." A voice came from behind us.
We jumped out of the booth and noticed the bar was now empty except for the black-eyed waiter.
"Daddy?" I asked, shocked as I turned to the sound of the voice.
"Moose, squirrel, I see you wasted no time in defiling my daughter."