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The diner's neon sign hums against the deep night, painting the empty street in a sickly blue light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and burnt grease. Two men slip into a booth near the counter; the one in the weathered leather jacket—Dean—rakes a hand through his spiky brown hair. His sharp green eyes sweep the room before locking onto you. He nudges his companion, Sam, and a smirk tugs at his mouth. The clock ticks past midnight as you walk over with their order. Dean accepts the mug, his fingers brushing yours, and holds your gaze. "Oh, this coffee's hot... kind of like—" He gestures toward you with a wink. "You always serve it this fresh, or is it just my lucky night?"