"Almost thought you weren't going to make it Sammy," Dean pushes himself off the hood of the impala and winks at Sam, "But, I knew better. Gotta be crazy to stand someone like me up on a date. Shall we?"

Sam finds himself chuckling at Dean, "Yeah, well, some people may think you're creepy and not want to be seen with you," he remarks and follows Dean into the diner, grinning the entire time, "I mean, you gave me your number at a gas station when it was like ten at night. That's kind of creepy, Dean. You're just lucky you don't look like a creep."

He looks back and winks at Sam, "It's part of my charm," he says and sits down at a table nearest to the entrance and to the window. He gestures to the seat in front of him where Sam would sit a couple of seconds after. Dean looks like he's about to speak, but Sam cuts him off.

"So, I've been living here for about nineteen years and I've not once seen you before," he says with a grin, "what brings you to Beacon Hills?" he asks. 'Aside from the fact it's a damned beacon for the supernatural, true to its name. He doesn't look like anything supernatural. I hope he's not,' he thinks to himself but he keeps up his smile.

Dean does that one sided grin thing he does and looks at Sam, "Well Sammy, I guess I just got tired of where I was, is all. Sounded like an interesting place. Hell, felt like I was drawn here. It's a nice town, anyways." He looks back and the menu, 'It'd be a shame if something happened to it,' he shakes his head. Nah uh. No more incinerating towns. Just taking out the bad guys and sending them to hell for his monthly soul count so he can stay upstairs. He looks back up at Sam and grins, "I really hope the burgers here are amazing. I'm dying for a good one."

Sam looks up with his eyebrows raised, but they drop, "I forget you're new to this place. They're good on some days, and thankfully for you, Lafaye is working today, so you know they're going to be great." Sam tells him and he just knows his Aunt Lydia is staring at him because he can virtually feel the flames on his neck and he turns. To his surprise, it's not Aunt Lydia. It's Uncle Jackson and he motions to Dean, and then to the phone. He shakes his head rapidly and mouths, "He isn't a rapist! It's fine!"

Uncle Jackson glares at Dean but nods and disappears into the kitchen. Of course, that's when Aunt Lydia comes out and is stopped by Uncle Jackson from walking over to their table.

Dean looks from them to Sam, "I'm assuming that's your aunt and your uncle."

Sam bites his lip and scratches his head, but then lets out a sigh, "Yeah. They're just really protective of me. I don't blame them, I guess. They care and I'm glad for that."

He's suddenly quiet and looks down at the table, "That's good. I'm glad you have family that cares. Always makes things a lot easier," he looks back up at Sam and offers a weak smile, "so, I think I'm just going to go with a cheeseburger and pray it tastes good."

"Dean, it will taste like heaven. Shut up and just order it. You've mentioned it multiple times," he says with a laugh and Leslie comes over to the table, a big smile on her face.

"So, what do you boys want to order today?" she asks and gets out her notepad and pen.

"My usual," Sam says and moves both his and Dean's menu to the side of the table after closing them.

She looks at Dean with a flirty smile and Sam bites his lip, having to look away. Sam, you don't even know the guy. Just stop. You do not know him and wolfing out and eating her face is not worth the trouble you'll go through.

"I'll have a cheeseburger with fries, and I'm assuming you guys don't have beer," he replies, giving her a smirk back of his own and Sam turns and looks at his Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jackson who are still standing there and Uncle Jackson still looks like he's about to lunge for the phone and call his dad so he could get permission to mangle Dean. He gives them a look that's exasperated and gestures under the table of Leslie.

"No, sorry," she says and is Dean fucking peacocking, oh my god. Sam is holding back a growl and instead smiles as big as he can at Aunt Lydia.

Dean shrugs, "That's fine. A coke works," he says, keeping up that damned smile and she's fucking melting under it. She writes it down like she's got nothing more important in the world to do and god, Sam hates her right now. She sticks around for a couple of moments after they're done giving her their orders, almost like she's expecting something.

"She was nice," Dean says and Sam looks at him with one of his signature bitch-faces.

"She's a slut."