[Rainbowfox Ari]

Sam noticed the young man striding toward their car in a rather furtive fashion. He knew enough about inner-city kids to know exactly where this was headed. "Dean." He pointed out the window to the Impala. He made as if to get out of the booth to go handle it, but Evan barred his way.

"Hang on. Have the lady put those peanut-butter morsel things on my pie slice. I'll handle this whackjob." he snipped, pushing out of the booth before either brother could stop him, and shoving the door open with considerable force. Enough to slam the weighted door against the side wall. "Hey! You!" he called, marching over to the car. The feel of 'angel' overwhelmed him when he got within eight feet of the car, resulting in his bravado becoming a little pathetic as he started weaving on his feet. Suddenly dizzy, he reached out for the closest thing to keep his balance - someone else's car... whiiiich started going off.

"Fuck!" Evan bit off a long string of curses, and looked around in a panicked way, seeking somewhere to hide. Then, the owner of the car - a nice, white BMW with flame detailing - exited the Waffle House. The guy was huge, obviously a biker, and had spiked everything on, as well as a long and grizzled beard. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He did it!" He called toward the guy, pointing his finger at what he knew at this point to be the angel he'd sensed. "He'll deny it to fucking hell, but he did it!"