Muses: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
John looked around as the impala pulled into town. "Dean. Find a diner."
Dean nodded, pulling out his phone, mumbling a little to himself. He glanced around, then back to his phone. "Two blocks up. On the right."
John didn't respond. He just kept driving, glancing at Sam in the mirror but not saying anything. He pulled into the parking lot, taking a spot near the door. The men climbed out of the car.
But Sam wasn't paying attention. He was busy wondering why he could see the details on the trees over there, so far away. It was always something, whatever he'd noticed that set him apart from his family. And it was always weird.
And it was definitely related to the fact that he couldn't use magic.
John banged his fist on the roof of the car. "Sam!"
Sam jumped, blinking a few times. He got out of the impala, keeping his eyes down. "Sorry, sir."
John didn't even address him. He just turned, leading his sons into the diner and over to a table. They all sat down in silence.