Author's Note: My first 'Supernatural' fan-fic. I obviously do not own the show or any aspect thereof because if I did, this would be an episode, not a fan-fic. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!!!

More Than Meets the Eye

Chapter 1

Dean was once again staring at the pretty waitress' rear-end. He hadn't stopped staring at it since they walked into the relatively quiet diner.

The waitress had bright strawberry-blonde hair and long legs that right now were wrapped in a pair of faded denim flared jeans. Her apron was dingy with time and numerous washings of dirt, grease, and other random spills. She had a tight hunter green low cut v-neck t-shirt on that reminded him slightly of Daisy Duke. Her hair was swept up into a messy bun and Dean got a look at her long, pale neck. She had light colored freckles on her high cheek bones and bridge of her nose and she wore sneakers.

She walked up to Dean and Sam's table and Dean plastered a charming smile on his face.

"Hello, what can I get for you guys?"

Dean was about ready to lay down one of his lines when he was rudely interrupted by his knowing brother.

"Just some coffee, please." He was glaring at Dean.

Dean ignored his brother's glare and smiled at her. "Coffee, black."

She raised one of her sculpted eyebrows. "I bring you the coffee. What you do with it from there is up to you." She smiled mischievously at him. "But I can have them cook it up real strong for you, tough guy."

He winked at her. "Nah, just have them spit in his."

She turned to walk away and he could hear her laugh.

"Sam, what is your problem? She's freakin' hot! Live a little, little brother."

"Dean, can we PLEASE concentrate on the case at hand?"

Dean sighed loudly. "Since when do we check out haunted houses, Sammy? That sounds like something for our little Hellhounds friends."

"We don't have anything else, Dean. Besides, we could stand to check out some random things once in a while. There are a lot of reports on this house. Even Dad had this town marked in his journal."

Dean spotted his attractive new friend heading their way with two mugs in one hand and a steaming full coffee pot in the other.

"Hey Sam. I was just thinking, maybe this fun chick could help us out. You know, give us some information."

"Dean, you're just looking for me to endorse you flirting with her. And I won't. No."

The waitress reached their table and set down the two mugs in front of each of the men and started to pour coffee in them.

"Did you guys want something to eat? The cook makes a mean Spanish omelette."

Dean put a huge smile on his face and Sam glared at him and kicked him under the table.

"Hmm…you've talked me into it." Then he turned to Sam. "What'd you want for breakfast, Sammy?"

Sam gave Dean a look to kill. "I'll just get some scrambled eggs."

"Aw, Sam, she endorsed the omelette. Besides, you always get scrambled eggs."

"Fine, I'll take pancakes. By the way, ma'am, where are your restrooms?"

"The other end of the diner, down that counter end. You'll see it."

He gave Dean another parting 'don't-you-dare' look.

"Thank you." He stood up from the bench and walked away towards the bathroom.

"So, you're going with the Spanish omelette and your friend was going with the pancakes?"

"My brother, yeah."

"How many eggs did you want in that omelette and how many pancakes did you think your brother would want? Or should I wait?"

He smiled at her once again. "Nah, I'll take three eggs and we'll give him three pancakes. Make it easy for you."

She laughed lightly at him. "I do like easy."

He smiled ear-to-ear. "So do I."

She looked at him and tried to hold back a smile. "I'm sure you do."

She turned to walk away and Dean seized his moment. "Wait. My brother and I are on a road trip and we're looking for interesting things in every town we go to. We heard about some type of supposedly haunted house here in Upton. Do you know anything about it?"

"You guys aren't really going to try and go there, are you?"

"Well, we just wanted to know if the rumors were true."

All of the sudden a mischievous look came over her face.

"Sing this song."

He was floored. "What?"

"Just the chorus is fine. Sing it."

"Trust me, you don't want me to sing. I'd drive your customers away."

She feigned distress and put the back of her hand to her forehead. "Then whomever shall I wait on?"

"Exactly. You don't want your customers to run screaming from the diner without paying their bills. That would be downright awful."

"'Tis true, but I don't think your voice is that awful. Besides, they'd find it fun to hear karaoke morning in the diner."

He was becoming more disturbed. "They're all regulars, aren't they?"

She smiled at him. "Indeed."

"Aw, hell no. There is no way I'm singing in front of a bunch strangers for your amusement so that you can talk about it for years. I can see it now, 'Yeah, that strange guy just busted out in song in the middle of breakfast like he had some thing for the waitress.' You would gloat to these guys and laugh about me long after I was out of town."

"Aw, but sweetie, who wouldn't? Besides, what would you care? You just said you weren't planning on staying very long."

"No way you're getting that power over me."

She shrugged. "Fine. I guess you don't really want to know about the Midas Mansion."

He resigned to the fact that to get any information, he would need to sing.

"And why on earth would I sing for you?"

"Because you want to know about Upton's secrets. Sing it, baby. Loud and proud."

Beck's 'I'm a Loser, Baby' was playing softly through the speakers.

Dean was clearly not impressed with her choice and planned a last-ditch effort. "I have to sing? Can't I just take you out somewhere?"

"No. I don't want a date, I want you to sing. This song. Right now. Hurry, it'll go off soon and then I'll just have to replay it. I'll even be nice and let you sing it nice and low so only I can hear it."

He was clearly agitated that this had not gone as he had planned. He looked around embarrassingly and then looked at her.

"I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me." His voice was soft and low and she watched him with a smile growing on her face. She was clearly teasing him and enjoying doing it.

Once he finished singing the chorus several times and the song was over she laughed at him heartily. "Oh, honey, I was right. You aren't that bad a singer. You have a nice voice. Okay, I guess you've earned it, tough guy."

"Great! Then have a seat and start talking."

"I would, but wherever shall I sit? Here comes your brother and I'm sure he wants his seat."

Dean looked over, and sure enough, Sam was almost to the table. "Well, you can sit here, next to me." He motioned to the space next to him on the bench with a charming smile on his face.

"Actually, I think I'll go bring the order back to the cook." Sam gave her a puzzled look and squeezed onto the bench. Then he turned the puzzled look onto his brother. "That, and I'll give you time to tell your brother here how you serenaded me just moments ago."

She smiled at him triumphantly and turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Author's Note: Please read and review as I like new perspectives and enjoy knowing what people think. Thanks!