Dean plopped down into the booth across from Sam at the Good Graces Café in Lily Dale, New York. He rolled his eyes and grumbled. Once was enough, he never wanted to eat here again. This whole town was crazy, because they wanted to be crazy. Some people (like he and Sam) got handed a life where you dealt with crazy to survive, but these people craved it, sought it out, and enjoyed every ridiculous fake minute of it.

Sam was engrossed in the menu, drooling over all the 'healthy options' when she caught Dean's eye. A small, slim woman in her late twenties, with short, dark hair that fluffed out from her face, huge brown eyes, a sassy smile, and a thin silver hoop in her nose. She directed that smile at Dean and made her way over to their table, her hips swaying as she walked. She wore a sage green apron over a brown tank top and jeans, and Dean's smile withered when he realized she was probably just another New Age wanna-be-psychic hippie.

"Hi, I'm Camber. Welcome to Good Graces. Can I get you boys something to eat?" her voice was lower than Dean expected, but he appreciated the lack of perk. She was tiny, no more than five feet tall. She sounded almost bored, but her tone was edged with sarcasm, and Dean was intrigued.

"Hi! I'll have the Veggie Tofu Scrambler, sprouted wheat toast, and a side of soy sausage. And some more coffee when you have a second." Sam smiled and handed her the menu. She rolled her eyes but wrote it all down and took the menu from him.

"And for you?" she asked, sounding like she expected Dean to request something similar.

"I'll have the Ultimate Omelet, side of bacon, and a short stack. None of that soy crap, real meat. And a slice of apple pie if you've got it." Dean flashed his bad boy smile and Camber raised one eyebrow and smirked.

"Now that's what I like to hear. Be back in a few." She reached out her hand for the menu, and Dean caught it and shook. "I'm Dean." He flashed her another brilliant smile.

"Well Dean…" Camber said slowly, weighing his name on her tongue. Dean felt a victory coming, but was surprised when she leaned towards him. Her breath was warm in his ear, and he shivered slightly.

"You're gonna need to try a bit harder than that." She whispered. Camber tugged the menu from his other hand and swished her way back to the kitchen, not sparing him a backward glance. A tattoo peeked out from the back of her shirt, another covered her shoulder. Dean grinned wider. He loved a challenge, and this girl was going to be worth the effort, he could feel it. Sam just laughed. "You know if you gathered all your conquests in once place, they could probably petition for statehood." He cracked open an older leather-bound book. "I'm gonna research, I've heard enough of your sweet talking to last several lifetimes."

Dean shook it off and thought about exactly how long it had been since he even bothered seriously trying to seduce a woman, and with that in mind he forgave himself for the goose bumps that had risen on his arms with her lips at his ear. He downed the rest of his coffee and lifted the cup with a smirk, silently beckoning her to come over and refill it.

Camber gave a wry smile and grabbed a coffee pot from another passing waitress, heading to their table again.

"Here's that coffee you wanted" she chirped, filling Sam's mug to the brim. He mumbled a distracted "Thanks."

She turned to pour what remained into Dean's mug, but he covered it with his hand.

"If you like to hear people order real meat, why do you work here?" Dean asked, gesturing to the picture of the dewy eyed cows next to the Specials board.

Camber heaved a sigh. "My aunt owns the place, and it'd break her heart if I tried to leave. Besides, every job in Lily Dale is basically the same, because the people we serve here are just the people that live here and the people who come here because they believe the same crap that the locals do. It's either here or the occult antiques store across the street, and really, what's the difference?"

Dean lifted his hand from the rim of the mug, and Camber filled it.

"That's tough. I understand the obligation to the family business though; it was the same with our Dad. After awhile, you can't quit because it becomes too much a part of who you are.

"Your shit sounds a lot heavier than mine. Feel like sharing?"

"I thought you were working." Dean said, eyeing the apron and the name tag pointedly.

"Eh. You're good looking, and my aunt has been trying to hook me up. I'll go tell her you've asked me to join you for breakfast, and voila, half a day off."

Camber swished off to return the now empty coffee pot to the kitchen. She turned to Dean and mouthed "watch this", then smiled brightly and bounded towards the counter with the register, behind which sat a comfortably plump woman of about fifty with silvery hair and laugh lines. Camber turned toward the table where he sat and gestured toward him, saying something to her aunt. Dean flashed a smile and waved. Her aunt laughed and waved back, then made a shooing motion with her hands. Camber hugged her, made a "hang on" gesture, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Dean looked at Sam. "Go sit at a different table."

Sam glanced up from his book. "Dude. It's not like I'm listening."

"Sam, I'm with you 24/7, could you just give me a few hours alone with a pretty girl?"

Sam gave Dean one of his bitch faces. "Whatever Dean. I'm getting a separate room at the motel; I never want a repeat of what happened last time. Not enough brain bleach in the world…" Sam shuddered, picked up his book and moved to an empty table nearby, glaring at Dean before resuming his reading.

Camber was back then, and Dean didn't really care if Sam was pissy or not. It wasn't just that he needed to get laid. As corny and girly as it sounded, there was something about her that made him want to keep talking to her, to know her and find out what she was like. She tossed her backpack into the corner of the booth and tucked one foot under her leg.

"So…Dean. What's your family's business?" Camber asked, restarting their conversation immediately.

"Helping people. My brother and I are um, pest control." Camber let out a soft snicker. "Our Dad started us when we were really young, and now it's just been so long and there are so many pests that need hunting down that we just can't quit. No matter how much we want to." Dean stopped talking when another waitress brought their food.

Camber must have placed her order when she was getting her stuff, and the other woman set down a stack of steaming blueberry pancakes that barely fit on the plate, a cup of warm syrup, a tall glass of milk and two sausage links in front of her. "Thanks Bree. The other order for this table is for the guy with the book over there." She pointed out Sam, and Bree nodded and walked away.

"Pest control? Is that what brought you to Lily Dale?" she shrugged. "I would be more worried about the ghosts than the termites."