Dean had been staring down at the menu in his hands. Sure, he'd come in here for coffee originally. But they had so much stuff! Now he was kind of craving maybe a cupcake or a cookie or pie. He looked up at his brother's frantic voice. He followed Sam's gaze and frowned. He saw a girl, tall, blonde, super pretty sitting at a table in the corner. He looked back at Sam just to make sure that they were looking at the same person. Apparently they were. He gave his brother a strange look. "Uh, you okay there, Sammy?" He asked, his voice laced with laughter. 

Grace hurried back over to the table, three steaming cups of coffee in her hands. "Here you go, guys." She set one down in front of Sam, one in front of Dean, and one in front of her. She took in the rich scent as she plopped down beside the youngest Winchester brother. "Hey," she said, noticing that neither brother was looking at her. "What are we staring at?"