"Weird things happen in small towns" [Spn] · Y/n story by @filthyyyxxx__

The diner's neon sign flickers against the heavy dusk, a tired buzz that's been part of the town's soundtrack for as long as anyone can remember. Humidity clings to everything, turning the air thick and syrupy, and the parking lot's cracked asphalt glistens with the last traces of an afternoon storm.

Hazel-eyed man

leaning forward, resting his elbows on the worn counter You got a menu, or do y'all just serve whatever's good?

Green-eyed man

rolling his eyes, but there's a warmth beneath it Dean, you've got the social skills of a brick. He glances up, a polite half-smile Coffee, please. Black. And whatever pie you'd recommend.

The rain starts up again outside, a soft patter against the windows that makes the diner feel smaller, cozier, like the world beyond the glass has disappeared into the fog. The green-eyed man's attention drifts, his gaze catching on the photographs hung behind the counter—old black-and-whites of the town, faded and sepia-toned, a history no one talks about.