Heat of the moment

Your eyes open, staring at Sam and Dean, already up. You meet Sam's eyes, tears in your own. Sam crosses the room in two quick steps and wraps your small body into a hug.

"It's okay Huntyr. It's gonna be okay."

~••~

Dean is eating, you're staring around the diner, and Sam is on the laptop. You look behind you and see the same man that's there everyday with the pancakes and reading a newspaper. A thing of pink syrup is next to his plate. Something's not right about that picture. You think.

"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." Sam says, pulling you away from your staring. "What is he?" Dean asks. "Well, I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog." Sam answers.

You look back at the man and see him leave. You quickly avert your gaze.

"He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites—he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here." Sam turns the laptop to face Dean. "Huntyr." Sam says, making you turn to look at the screen. Onscreen is the biography of the author of the blog "The Hasselback Report" with a picture of Hasselback and a headline that says, "Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior".

"Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior? More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me." Dean chuckles. "Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself." Sam agrees.

"When'd you have time to do all this research?" Dean asks. Sam rolls his eyes. "Come on." Sam deadpans.

You get up after Dean leaves money for the bill and go to leave. You remember the man behind you and point it out to Sam as Dean starts laughing.

"What?" Sam asks as you poke his side. "I just, it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts." Dean says, probably thinking Sam was talking to him.

"Not you. Huntyr. What?" Sam snaps, completely ignoring what Dean just said. Sam notices the man's abandoned plate; it has a partial pancake and pink syrup.

You and Sam watches the man walk by the diner windows. "Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" You say, looking up at Sam.

"It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean jokes. You glare at Dean before looking at Sam.

"Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except us." Sam says.

~••~

Heat of the moment

Your eyes snap open as you sit up, looking at Sam. "What the hell?"

Telling you what your heart is

"Rise and shine, Sammy! Huntyr!" Dean smiles, sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes.

The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes