On a Sunday morning, the Winchesters pulled up to a restaurant just near the border of Nebraska and Kansas. They had spent the last three hours and a half tracking down and killing off yet another vampires' nest.
They had gotten the case a little over forty-eight hours from Bobby, who was dying to get them out of his house for a while. A man in his early 30's showed up dead in a trash can, his body seemingly drained of blood.
So, naturally the two boys took the case, and wound up spending almost two days doing research, trying to find the nest, with no success, until they found a vampire out at night, and decided to follow it back to the nest, where the Winchesters proceeded to slice and behead at least nine vampires.
Their plan for that evening included having the famous Winchester victory dinner, or maybe that was more of Dean's plan, rather than Sam's, seeing as the eldest brother was starving the whole hour drive there.
Sam, on the other hand, planned on banging a girl or two before the two brothers hit the road again. He couldn't care less what he did to celebrate, after all, he was soulless, there wasn't much anyone could do...for now.
Once they neared the door to the restaurant, Dean reminded cautiously, "Act natural, don't be rude. And man, stop flirting with every girl that comes up to you!" Sam shrugged once, which caused Dean to glare at him with annoyance. Sam rolled his eyes before responding with, "Fine" as they entered the diner.
Dean muttered a "thank you" while fixing his eyes on the only open spot that so happened to be in a corner, where they wouldn't be disturbed. The only other issue was a woman, who sat across from them, but Dean was confident she wouldn't bother them, nor hear their conversation.
You would have to snap your fingers in front of her face to make her look up, seeing how intensely she was reading the book.
Without hesitation, the boys sat themselves into the booth, directly across from one another. When the red-haired, brown-eyed waitress made her way to them, Dean ordered a burger with fries, while Sam sat quietly checking out "Kate".
Dean noticed this, of course, how could he not notice? His brother had become a ladies' man within a year and a half and that made him slightly jealous, but concerned all the same.
He had to clear his throat, so the waitress would go away and prepare his victory dinner, after all, he was starving. Once she left, Dean gave Sam a look.
"What?" Sam asked, innocently, however he was anything but that at the current moment.
"Sam, I thought I told you-"
"Not to flirt with girls, yeah, I know. But you didn't say why I can't flirt with girls."
"Sam, because it's not…you. The old Sammy wouldn't have done that," Dean replied, getting upset with his brother.
"But I'm not the old Sam, Dean. You know that."
With an exasperated sigh, Dean rubbed his face and pulled out their dad's journal to look for something. Sam, bored as ever, decided to stare at the girl sitting in the booth across from them.
On the table sat a red mug with the words 'Love the food means love the cook' written along the cup, an empty plate and a couple of books on folklore and the book she was currently reading was titled, "Encyclopedia of Celtic Mythology and Folklore" by author Patricia Monaghan in pretty cursive lettering.
With a small scoff, Sam rolled his eyes, thinking this girl must be one of the many people who read what they didn't understand for fun or it was an easy book to read. He was tempted to make a remark, but a voice stopped him in his tracks before the sentence started.
"Smettere di guardare a me," the woman spoke.
"What?" Sam's eyes widened, not seeing that coming.
She put the book on the table and glared up at Sam, allowing him to take in her appearance. Beautiful golden bright blond locks framed her face while her peach-colored lips stayed in a straight line, unamused by his presence. Her eyes were her most striking feature though: bright, almost glowing, blue eyes. By her posture, Sam could tell she was petite, yet she knew how to handle herself in almost any situation.
"What is so interesting, hm?" she questioned with an annoyed tone.
Sam gave a small smirk as he leaned in more, and in return continued to get glaring daggers thrown at him. As if he could sense the tension between the two, Dean made a necessary interruption.
"Hey, Sam, could you check and see if my bag is in the car?" Dean asked his brother, rather quickly. This caused Sam to give a confused look to his brother, unsure of what he was trying to do, but Dean glared at him. With a roll of his eyes, Sam muttered "fine", before making his way out the diner and toward the Impala parked outside.
Dean turned back toward the woman, and apologized, "Ma'am, I'm sorry about him, he's just got a-uh- problem with the meds he's been takin'. Really sorry, he's honestly been like this for days now." The woman nodded saying, "Oh", as if she understood what he was going through. Dean threw an awkward smile as Sam re-entered the diner.
When Dean's food finally arrived, the woman got up to leave. What was curious was not the fact that she was leaving, but more of what she said as she was leaving. Dean could've sworn he had heard her say "idjits" under her breath as she passed by their booth and made her way to the door. He eventually shrugged it off, and went back to casually eating his meal without another word.
Little did Dean know that this would not be their last encounter.
AN: I honestly do not know if that's the correct way of how to say that in Italian, so if I offended anyone by saying the wrong thing, I'm super super sorry.
Smettere di guardare a me ~ Stop looking at me