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Dean Winchester (of_little_faith) wrote in lost_world,

Dean was focused on the menu he'd grabbed from a neighboring table for the explanation of the sundae. Once he'd decided he'd like Cheddar Jack Chicken Supermelt, he put that aside.

He hadn't wanted Sympathy to sit next to this guy, but she didn't know Cavan either, and he was hoping she could keep it together.

... just starting to be something people published a recipe for?

Dean turned his head and STARED at the guy's face.

May I help you, Dean Winchester?

The muscles in his jaw worked and jumped under his skin. One, what the hell?! How did he just... sort of... guess where... when... whatever... she might be from? And how did he know Dean's name?

"Oh, you better," Dean said, with a smirk that bordered on mean. He turned his attention to Cavan for a moment. "Where's the bowtie? Are you SURE?"

The Doctor, huh?

"How do we know you didn't do all of this, if you're the Doctor?"

A waitress came by, and Dean placed his order. He looked at Sympathy. "Are you hungry?"