Wrong Side of the Train Tracks (Sam/Dean)

[GWEN MORGAN]

LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

The sweet purr of her motorcycle was abruptly cut off as Gwen parked near an old theatre that was undergoing renevations. The town was just as she remembered it; full of life but going at a languid pace. She stretched out her arms for a moment, looking at the fairly deserted streets before heading into the local diner down the street to get some food.

It had been a few days since her last hunt and she was getting restless. She had the constant feeling that she was being watched-whether from paranoia at being caught unaware of if someone was actually following her Gwen couldn't tell. Either way Gwen was not feeling very confident that she was completely safe at the moment.

She felt relief wash over her as she came into the diner, noticing a few hunters in the room. She could tell what they were from their firm control and the way they held themsleves. At least she had back-up if anything happened inside the diner. Hopefully it wouldnt but Gwen knew that bad things could happen at any given moment.

Gwen ordered a breakfast of bacon and eggs and got herself a coke so that she could get enough caffeine to concentrate on the newspapers she had collected to study despite how little sleep she had been getting lately. Biting her lower lip, Gwen crossed out and circled various articles, intent on finding a good starting point or clue for another hunt.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean had dragged Sam over to the closest local diner from their motel as soon as the two of them were up and fully dressed. There was no way that Dean was going to start the day without getting something in his stomach and a huge cup of coffee to help him wake up. Parking the Impala into the gravel parking lot Dean got out of the car with a low stream of grumbling.

He was never a morning person and if he could have it his way he would sleep in every morning, but traveling with his brother meant that he was woken up at godawful times of the day. Which was not a very fun experience especially if he had been drinking the night before and had to deal with a hangover so early in the morning. But thankfully for him he had not been drinking at all the previous night so all he had to fight with that morning was sleepiness.

"Geez Sammy why did you have to wake up so early?" he groaned out loud as the two of them walked from the car to the front door of the diner. All he got was a chuckle from his younger brother which made Dean want to sit down and just drink a pot of coffee until he was wide awake and ready to deal with everything all the more. As he pulled the door open he hoped that the diner made decent coffee and stepped inside.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

The youngest Winchester grinned in response to his elder brother’s complaint, laughing quietly as he entered the diner. Inside the mouthwatering aroma of coffee and the traditional breakfast of eggs and bacon pervaded his senses, causing Sam’s stomach to grumble ravenously in response. Patrons occupied booths and tables, a few individuals seated at the bar; conversing lightly with one another while, they enjoyed their meal. Ensuring Dean was following close behind him, Sam chose a table alongside a window, subtle orange rays of sunlight filtering through the glass. Reveling in the warmth, he leaned back into the embrace of the chair, sighing in content. He had awoken feeling invigorated and the pleasant weather merely fed his current state of mind. Hopefully, the day would proceed as smoothly as his morning had.

A waitress sauntered over to their table, holding a notepad and pen. Sam suppressed his amusement as she gazed at Dean in a flirtatious manner, striving to gain his attention. Plenty of women expressed interest in Sam; however, he had grown accustomed to his sibling acquiring the majority of the attention emanating from the opposite sex—although, he did not mind. Most of the time, he was too busy to pay attention or even reciprocate another individual’s advances; currently, he had an unhealthy relationship with the supernatural and he did not know if he would ever be able to escape from its unyielding hold on him. He had struggled to evade the paranormal before, but his best efforts were never enough in order to obtain the normal life he had pined for since childhood.

Once their server asked inattentively for his order, he requested a French vanilla coffee and plate of old-fashioned buttermilk pancakes. As she left, she smiled down at Dean, softly biting her lip. Sam rolled his eyes teasingly, shaking his head. “Dude, can you believe that,” he said, watching as she vanished into the kitchen. “She didn’t look at me once.”

[GWEN MORGAN]

Gwen barely noticed the two men come in as she was so focused on her notes. She crossed her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position as she jotted down notes and and circled more potential leads with almost scary concentration. She took only a short break to sip some of her soda, take a bite out of her meal and then go back to task.

Gwen was about to sigh in relief, finally connecting the dots to a case when one of the waitresses tripped and the food and drinks she had been carrying went all over her table. Gwen was unscathed but the notes she had been working on for the last two hours were all ruined and wouldn't be recoverable.

"I'm so sorry!" The waitress repeated over and over again as Gwen just stared sadly at her notes.

"It's...It's fine," Gwen finally replied, sighing and leaning back. "Don't worry about it," Inside she felt a bit more indignant but she couldn't really blame the woman. The mess was cleaned up quickly but Gwen grabbed the notes that had been on the bottom of the stack that were unharmed before anyone could see what she had been doing. It wasn't good to let any non-hunters know what she was doing.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Normally Dean would have smirked and passed come sort of comment about how he was always the one better at attracting the girls. Instead he muttered something under his breath that was barely audible at Sam, even with a very pretty waitress hitting on him he was still a bit crabby about being awake at such a godawful hour. At least that was what it felt like to him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked a couple of times to try and help his eyes adjust to the different of light inside the diner.

When the waitress had left the table all he could think about was how fast the cups of coffee was going to get delivered to their table. He hoped it was quite soon so then he could finally wake up and be able to get rid of the semi-headache he was feeling thanks to being so groggy. He was surprised to find out how badly each and every little noise made inside the small building was slowly adding to his annoyance.

He only hoped that he could keep himself together long enough for the coffee as the last thing he wanted was to be thrown out of the diner before he even got a chance to eat anything. So he had to force himself to be on his best behavior which was going to be hard as he knew Sam would give him some kind of beef for his current mood. Dean really did not like how the tables were turned against him right at that moment.