Dean turns 28.
Can’t you just imagine the scene? Local small town diner, formica tabletops, simulated leather booth seats, possibly an individual jukebox selector on the wall and underneath it the metal napkin dispenser surrounded by salt & pepper shakers, catsup & mustard bottles, little container of sugar packets. The table is served with a couple plates of burgers and fries, along with a couple of long neck beer bottles. The laptop computer and papers pushed over to the side as the two young men begin to eat, quietly continuing their conversation of possible jobs … extraordinary circumstances that could just be a freaky coincidence or could be something more. The atmosphere is relaxed and the camaraderie is apparent. After their meal is completed, one looks around for the waitress in order to call for the check, the other makes a show of pulling together the sheets of paper strewn on the table while nodding his head. From the back, through the kitchen door, comes a young waitress with a small tray. She heads to the table and sets down a piece of cake with a small candle burning brightly and invites the surprised young man to make a wish and hands him a note with a phone number on it. Across the table Sam looks at his brother with a smile, tips his beer to him and says, “Happy Birthday, Dean.”
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