Plot: you were a hunter and you ordered the best pie of the house and Dean looks at you like this (credits to whoever did the image in the side/uptop)
Can't Keep My Hands Off You-Simple Plan ft. Rivers Cuomo
Your POV
I enter the diner and I sat on one of the bar stool on the window. Then a cute man with glasses came up to me with a paper. "What can I get you?" He grinned, blushing. "Your finest apple pie sir," I giggled as he smiled and scribbled. "Is that all?" He asked and I nodded. Then he scooted away running. Then I looked around to hear mumbling behind me. "No Dean, leave the girl alone," someone said as I looked to my left to see a man smirking flirtasiously and a man looking to the waitress then slapping the flirt dude in the arm. "Here," the cute waiter gave me a plate with a fine apple pie. "Thank you-, Axe," I grinned as he gave me a napkin tissue and he walked away. I looked down to see a number scribbled nicely. I smiled and put it in my pocket and started eating my pie. I moaned in delight and ate more of the pie until I nearly cried because of the taste. "Hey," the same flirting man flirted. "Hey," I smiled as he slid to the stool next to me. Then the tall one scooted next to him grunting. "I'm Dean. I see you got pie there," he smirked. "I'm (y/n), you want?" I said as I slid the plate to him. "Happily," he grabbed a fork but the tall man stopped him. "Dean! Dude c'mon," the tall man said as the flirt chowed down on my pie. His shirt's cleavge fell to the side and there was an anti-possesion tattoo. I furrowed my eyebrows and stood next to the flirt. I grabbed his collar and ripped it down to see a full anti-possesion tattoo. I walked to the tall man and peeked at his collar to see the same exact tattoo. "What the hell?" He whispered. I stood infront of them and pulled my flannel to the side. I realized that they were hunters too, flannels, hunting boots, visible guns, anti-possesion. "You're a hunter?" The flirt said through his full mouth. "Yes," I grunted as I took money from my pocket and slammed it on the table. I walked to the door but with me being nice, I looked back to the boy with glasses and winked at him then walked out. "Wait!" The flirt man's familiar voice shouted. I looked back angrily to see his mouth covered with frosting. "You're a hunter," he said licking his lips and wiping his mouth. "Hell yeah! Who are you?" I tilted my head. "Sam and Dean Winchester. Heard of us?" The short one said, maybe Dean. "Yes. Have you heard of (y/n) (y/l/n)?" I chuckled. "Yeah we do. You're one of the best hunters out there," Sam I guess exclaimed. "How do you keep yourself look so pretty?" Dean bursted. "I don't know. I don't use make up so," I shrugged as I looked down.
