Who: Castiel and Dean Where: Diner in Wisconsin When: Midday What: Just meeting each other Warnings: None as of right now.
A year. That was all he had. It was going to be one of the best damn years he ever had too if he had anything to say about it because he wasn't going out doing everyday things, he was going to do things he had wanted to do since he was a kid. Visit the grand canyon, see the world's largest ball of yawn, stop at every diner and eat a slice of cherry pie. See which was the best and do it all over again if he had time. Those were some of the things he was going to do. Was he scared? He wouldn't admit it outloud, but he never liked the idea of death. It was an idea in the pit of his stomach swirling like a pressurized vortex, pounding away at him to count down the days. so yes, he ws scared but he's dealt with worse. Way worse. It would be a trying experience when the time came but he knew he was brave enough to withstand the consequences, whatever was going to happen would and he had to deal with it. That's what happened when you sold your soul to bring your brother back to life. Anything for Sam. It had always been that way. Nothing was ever too much for his little brother, even when he was being an annoying brat.
He pulled into the diner parking lot, putting the car in park and leaving it run for a few seconds. He downed the rest of his morning coffee, the last dregs burning down his throat as he leaned back and contemplated going inside. Sam was at a motel, waiting on him. He decided he'd sit in and eat while he took back food to his brother. He wanted the full experience even if Sam wasn't going to be with him. Just flirt a little more with hot waitresses and enjoy the atmosphere and people surrounding him. He turned the car off and pocketed the keys as he opened the door and stepped out, throwing his empty coffee container in a near by trash can as he walked toward the doors and pulled them open. He walked inside, the bell ringing at the top as he grinned and looked around. Seemed like any old diner, hot waitress at two o clock with long blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun and an hour glass figure to die for. Definitely worth checking in. He made his way through the diner and grabbed a booth.
Picking up the menu he looked through it until the waitress came over with pen and paper in hand. He looked up, giving his best come hither smile and spoke. "Hello sweetheart."
She smiled back at him, obviously warmed by his boyish good looks. "Hello yourself. What can I get you?"
Dean looked over the menu for show then licked his lips, looking back up at her. "Double bacon cheeseburger with extra pickle, and onion. Side of chili cheese fries, and a coke."
She wrote all that down. "Alright. Coming right up."
Dean looked at her name tag, it read Stacey. "Thanks Stacey."