002 [VISUAL; LOCATION: BURNT TOAST DINER, OSTEN; LOCKED TO: DEAN]

[uetoresu]

No one's come to the Burnt Toast Diner yet, but Charlie doesn't give up hope. She walks here every other day, opens it, takes the chairs down and then puts them back up again. The replicator hatch in the storage room provides her with everything she needs: cookbooks full of new recipes and all the ingredients for them. There's power - she puts on

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[Location: Burnt Toast Diner]

[fudgingkillyou]

The sun's going down and Dean's wandering. It's been a long few days and honestly, he's tired of the doom and gloom. He hasn't seen much of Charlie for a while, and he sort of misses her, oddly enough, so when he spots her dot on the map hanging out at the diner, he decides to go check it out. After all, she'd said it was a cool place, and he thinks he'd said he'd visit sometime.

Things are blurring from the lack of sleep, so he can't remember precisely, but it doesn't matter, he's got it in his mind that he's going to go see Charlie, and that's what he does.

When he arrives, he pushes the door open, and lets the atmosphere sink in. It is a nice little place, and Dean half smiles absently, remembering how it was to wander the country with his brother.

"Hey, Charlie, you in here?" He asks, leaning against the door frame.

[uetoresu]

Her red hair is always the first thing visible when she pokes her head around a corner; it bounces off her shoulders in her vigor to greet the diner's first official visitor. She knows even before she sees him that it's Dean - she tends to recognise people's voices by the way they say her name.

"Dean!" The rest of her becomes visible as out she comes from the kitchen, winding around the counter. Of course she's wearing her apron, having actually grown more used to wearing it than not. Her excitement is palpable, and plain as day on her face. Not only is she glad he's here, specifically at the diner, she's just happy to see him. The last time they exchanged any significant words, he wasn't even eye-level. "It's nice to see you."

[fudgingkillyou]

When Charlie pokes her head around and her red hair waves around her face, Dean can't help but smile fully. Just that, someone genuinely glad to see him and willing to show it? That's enough to make Dean's day a whole lot better, and he offers her a warm look as he makes his way slowly over to the counter.

"Hey there, sweetheart." Dean replies, settling himself at the counter. His voice is warm to match his expression, but he sounds worn out. "Glad to see you."

And by the way he says that, he means it.

"How've you been?"

[uetoresu]

She smiles and dips her head a little, a habitual response she has when someone makes her feel both appreciated and a little bit shy. The counter is spotless, but she takes a cloth and wipes it down anyway, real quick.

"Busy," she says. She's sure he can smell the baking apples and crust in the air - not a complicated recipe, but an old favourite, and one she hasn't made yet. "You're my first customer - if you want anything, that is. Otherwise I guess you're just loiterin'." She wouldn't mind that either, though - she's very glad of the company, and she especially wanted Dean to drop by eventually, like he said he would.