"So what do we think this is going to be about?" Sam asked his brother, leaning on the trunk of the Impala.
"No idea," Dean replied.
"But you're not complaining?" Sam asked.
"Did you see her ass? Of course I'm not complaining," Dean said.
Sophie emerged a few moments later, pulling a wool coat closed against the rain with one hand and carrying a bakery box in the other.
"Thank you both, so much," she said handing over the box, "This is my chocolate pecan cake and I'm pretty sure it's the best thing I bake. So I figured I'd give you one as a token of my appreciation."
"Appreciation for what?" Sam asked, "We're not even that great of tippers."
"Do you know Robert Singer?" Sophie asked, looking back and forth between the brothers, clearly not about to let them lie to her.
"Yes," Dean said after a time, "Why?"
"He saved my life a few years back. And he was always talking about the Winchester boys," Sophie said, "Two years ago I was mauled by a wendigo. Left me with a nasty scar on my arm and a traumatic brain injury - hence the epilepsy - but, thanks to Bobby, I got out alive. I was a meteorologist in Vancouver before all this - but with the epilepsy and the chronic migraines I just couldn't do it anymore. So I moved back here and I started baking. And I have told literally no one all of this. My parents think I was in a car wreck and had a nervous breakdown from work stress."
"That's…wow," Sam raked a hand through his hair.
Dean stared at the cake box in his hands silently. He heard Sophie say goodbye and saw her turn to walk back into the restaurant. He knew he should keep his mouth shut. But he didn't.
"Sophie wait a minute," he called.
She stopped, turned around, cocked her head.
"Come with us," he said.
"What?" Sam and Sophie said in unison.
"Come with us," Dean repeated, "You said you were a meteorologist?"
Sophie nodded while Sam just stared at his brother in open mouthed, ill-disguised shock.
"That means you've got to be one heck of a researcher. And my word that pie…it'd be nice to have someone a little more, civilized, along."
Sophie furrowed her brow.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Sophie replied, "I'll come with you. At least for now."
She pulled the notepad from her waistband and scribbled something onto the paper.
"That's my address. Pick me up at 6. I'll bring another pie," she said, handing the paper to Dean. And with that she ducked back into The Happy Landing.
Sam waited until he was sure Sophie couldn't see before smacking Dean on the back of his head.
"What is wrong with you?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea," Dean replied, "I genuinely do not know."
"We will try this out," Sam said, "Because I do not think I have it in me to tell her no after how happy she looked…But we'll try this day to day okay?"
"That's fair," Dean replied.
"And I'm taking the cake," Sam said, taking the box from his brother's motionless hands.