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The first time you saw Dean Winchester saunter into the local diner during the dinner rush, his lips tugged into a smirk when your eyes met from behind the counter, you knew that he was trouble. Drifters were common in your area and you hardly saw the same face twice, but it wasn't too much of a surprise when the same green eyes ogling at you the day before came in for breakfast the next morning. He and his company (a much taller man with incredible hair, whose name you later found out to be Sam) seated themselves in a booth near the window and he casually called you over, his voice low and endearing, ordering eggs with extra bacon and a cup of coffee. His eyes shined with the intent of wooing you with his good looks and smooth talking, but you only chuckled when he attempted to make a pass. His friend scoffed and rolled his eyes and you knew that this wasn't the first time Dean Winchester got fresh with a woman he’d just met, though his charming looks should have been a dead giveaway. He had a way with words that made you giggle like a little school girl and you wondered how many other girls he made feel like they were just the prettiest thing he had ever laid his beautiful green eyes on. After an hour of talking in between tending to your other customers, the boys decided it was time to go. Dean handed you a credit card with a different name inscribed on it and you were a bit suspicious, but didn't ask any questions. He left you a hefty tip and you though you told him that you couldn't accept it, he insisted with a mischievous grin playing on his thin, pink lips. Before he left to join his friend outside, he asked you if he could see you again, maybe when you weren't on the clock; but you knew better than to play with a man like that and only replied with a simple ‘we’ll see’ before returning behind the counter without a second glance.