the friendliest place on earth (Cavan)
Dean had taken to breakfast at Friendly's. The one he'd taken Ellen to, that time. The one he'd been to many times since. It wasn't like York had a lot going for it, but even a chain greasy spoon was better than most of the roadside crap.
Today he had his coffee at the counter, where they served the ice cream sundaes. He was waiting on eggs that would probably, given a little time, stop his heart. There'd been some weird whirring noise earlier that he wanted to check out, but for now, that'd have to wait. He thought it was some kind of car issue anyway. He could give the jerk who was grinding those gears a jump after he addressed his growling stomach.
The teenage-ish waitress behind the counter poured a coffee for the only other person in here just now, who looked maybe a little over her age, maybe one of the college kids. Dean gave the guy a nod.
He had a newspaper in front of him, and he was still following leads for the disappearances.
Jo. Ellen. Harry....
.... Sam.
A Winchester did not just take losing family well. Ever. He'd been on the phone to Bobby more than the old man liked, and now and then he screamed for Cas.