Title: Apple Pie

Description: Your mom died a few months ago, your dad won't even look you in the eye and you feel like you're completely alone. This leaves you an emotional train wreak and just trying to get by on your own. Your shift is almost over in the diner and you can't wait to go home and relax. You aren't sure anything can make you truly happy again but a little apple pie goes a long way.

Category: Romance, Humor

APPLE PIE

Just 30 minutes, Y/n, then we can get outta here, you consoled yourself. You quickly plastered on another fake smile and cheery expression before making your way to another table. Why did I get this job again? You thought bitterly. It hurt to think about your job, all you could hear is your mom's melodic voice tell you that you were meant for more than this.

When your thoughts turned to your mother you could feel tears threaten to fall, but they never came. It was like you've already cried yourself dry. It took a lot to make you cry anymore and most of the time you just felt numb.

"Alright, you boys ready to order?" You ask chirpily to the two customers.

"Yes ma'am," you heard one of them say.

"Okie dokie, what'll it be?" You asked getting your pen and paper out.

"I'd like a hamburger, some fries, a beer and some apple pie," one of them said looking up from behind his menu.

Hot damn, you couldn't help but think, this man is hot as hell. He has short dirty blond hair, a perfect jawline and mesmerizing green eyes. Your eyes connected for a second but before you could get lost in those pools of green any further, you wrote down the order, cleared your throat, and turned to the other man.

"And for you sir?" You asked politely.

"I'd like a burger, salad and a beer please," the second man said returning your smile.

Holy shit, you thought again, it should be illegal to have such hot men at the same table, let alone the same room. He was very tall and he had long-ish brown hair with smoky blue eyes. This time you didn't allow yourself the opportunity to get lost in his eyes and quickly wrote the order down.

"I'll have that order ready for you in a jiffy," you said before going back and giving the cook, Amanda, the order.

You and Amanda have become somewhat close friends over since you started working here. She was fun and easy to talk to but very blunt and didn't have much of a filter. She was generally the person who got you out of the house most of the time and do something.

"Oh I'd love to hit that," she said and you heard her wolf whistle just quiet enough so she wouldn't be overheard by anyone but you.

"Amanda," you admonished with a laugh. You turned to see which poor guy she had her sights on today. Her gaze was on the table you just left.

"What? I would, and besides I saw you checking out Blondie over there," she said with a teasing wink.

"W-what? No I wasn't 'checking him out', I'm working and he's just a customer," you stuttered out with a blush appearing on your face at being caught.

You haven't been on a date in a very long time and with your lowered self esteem. So that makes putting yourself out there a bit harder. Amanda has been trying to set you up for a long time, even before your mom died so this wasn't that big of a surprise. You normally weren't this stuttery when it comes to this thing but it's a little different when you're caught in the act.

"You so were!" She said with a girly squeal. "You have to go talk to him!" She added excitedly.

"No way, that'd be inappropriate to flirt while I'm working," even you knew that excuse was weak and stupid.

"Honey, you haven't gone out and done anything since your mom died," she told you seriously and it was like a stab in the heart. "And I'm sorry, I really am but you need to try to heal, try to have some fun once in awhile, hell maybe you'll even find Mr. Right," she finished hopefully.

"Fine," you said caving in.

"Good, now go get 'em tiger," she said encouragingly as she handed you their orders.

You rolled your eyes and took the food and drinks, also trying to hide the slight blush that appeared on your face. Putting on a confident front, you walks back over to their table and set their things down.

"Here you gentlemen are, two beers, two burgers, one salad and one fry," you listed off the items. "And would you like that apple pie now or would you rather wait?" You asked the blond man.

"Well that depends, how good is the pie here?" He asks.

"It's pretty good, but if you want my honest opinion, my homemade pie is better," you told him honestly.

"Well I might have to try it sometime," he said, but it didn't look like he was saying it just to be nice like you were used to. "But as for the one I ordered, now is as good of a time as ever," he finished.

"Alright, I'll have that out for you in a second Mr..?" You said figuring it'd be best if you knew names.

"Oh I'm Dean and this is my brother Sammy," he said motioning to himself then the man sitting next to him.

"It's uh Sam actually," Sam said

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you two, I'm Y/n," you told them kindly.

Dean was about to reply with something but one of the more loud, and currently drunk, customers were demanding your presence. This customer is, sadly, one of your regulars; his name is Tommy Johnson, he's around your age and he has a rather big crush on you. But he is currently very mad at you because the one time you were stupid enough to go out with him, he tried to force himself upon you and you beat the shit out of him.

"Hey, Y/n! Get your slutty ass over here!" Tommy shouted across all the noise.

"Woah woah that is no way to talk to a lady," Dean said turning in his seat to look at the prick.

"I can talk to her any damn way I please," Tommy snarled as he stumbles over.

"Tommy, I'm gonna have to ask you to go back to your seat or leave," you said tiredly, not wanting to deal with this.

"Oh yeah? I'm only gonna leave if you leave with me, sweet cheeks," he said grabbing your ass.

"I'm giving you one last chance, get out before I beat your ass," you said angrily, you pushed him off of you within seconds.

He hit you.

The sound of the hit echoed in the now dead silent diner and it was like everything froze, time not even able to process what happened. Then everything after had happened so fast you almost missed it. Dean sprung up, grabbed Tommy's collar and dragged him outta the diner with anger written all over his face. His brother Sam quickly followed.

It took you a moment to process, you knew Tommy was a bastard and a pig, but you never thought he would hit you. You felt a warm liquid fall slowly down your face and you knew it was your own blood. Amanda came into view wiping away the blood while rambling about how he would never step foot in the dinner again.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

The look on Dean's face looked ready to kill.

You got up, ignored Amanda's protests and ran outside looking for them. They weren't all that hard to find, just had to follow the sound of Tommy's pathetic whimpers.

You practically sprinted over when you saw them, Sam and Dean, beating the holy hell out of him. You quickly stopped Sam but it didn't look like Dean would stop at all. He punched and punched until you couldn't even recognize Tommy's ugly face.

"Dean!" You tried but he didn't seem to hear you. "DEAN!" You tried again loud enough for you to know he was ignoring you.

You shared a worried glance with Sam before you grabbed Dean's arm before it made contact with Tommy's face. His eyes were hard and cold but they quickly softened when they met yours.

"Dean, please stop," you said gently.

He looked at you for a moment longer before glancing at Tommy, as if realizing what he did for the first time. He then looked at a worried Sam then back to you and nodded. He got up off the ground and that's when you noticed his knuckles were scratched and bloody.

"Alright," you said soothingly. "Sam could you, uh," you said gesturing to Tommy.

"Oh, yeah of course," he said and crouched down next to him and checked for a pulse. "It's pretty weak but he's got a pulse," he said sounding slightly ashamed.

"Ok, would you mind calling an ambulance?" You asked politely, he nodded. "Great, now lets get you patched up," you said now talking to Dean.

"Alright," he said quietly.

You led him by the hand, carefully so not to hurt him, back into the diner. You were taking him to the bathroom when you realized a first aid kit might be helpful.

"Amanda, could you be a doll and grab me the first aid kit?" You asked and she quickly went and did so.

You paid no attention to the fact you just took him into the men's bathroom. You've patched up enough guys in here that it didn't even feel awkward anymore. Amanda came in fast and gave you the first aid before leaving again, winking at you when only you could see.

You tried not to roll your eyes at her behavior but it honestly didn't surprise you. Holding Dean's hand, you began to clean and bandage it before turning to the next. You felt his eyes on you the whole time though so eventually you met his gaze.

And you swore your heart stopped.

He was looking at your with those beautiful green eyes. God they were even more mesmerizing up close, you thought. He looked at you curiously, like you were a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

"Thank you," you heard him say.

You were so lost in his eyes that you were momentarily confused about what he was thanking you for. You were thankful you remembered before you made a fool out of yourself.

"Of course, I couldn't just let you bleed all over my tables now could I?" You joked.

"I don't know, it might go with the decor," he said with that charming smile of his. You smiled back, "but that's not why I was thanking you."

"For what then?" You asked.

"For, uh, stopping me from...well, you know, killing the son of a bitch," he answered rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well thank you for standing up for me," you said sincerely.

"You don't have anything to thank, he was out of line and I don't have any tolerance for assholes like that," he said seriously.

"Still, there's not a whole lot of people who'd do what you did," you said and he just shrugged.

You gave him another smile before continuing to pack up his hand. You noticed he had a lot of calluses on them so you guessed whatever he did for a living must be hard work.

By the time you're finished, you noticed he's been very quiet. You've already let go of his hands and you looked up at him wondering if there was something wrong. He already had his eyes on you and you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You tried to hide your blush but he only smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing.

"I saw that," he said teasingly, "you don't have to hide your blush, it's adorable." You were about to reply when his brother, Sam, came in.

"Hey, Dean, I-" he started before he noticed you were there too, "oh, hi, Y/n."

"Hi, Sam, do you need patching up as well?" You asked being polite and letting him know you weren't some creep just hanging out in the opposite sex's bathroom.

"No no, I'm fine but thank you," he said kindly.

"Ok," you responded.

You began to feel very awkward and you were pretty sure the boys were feeling awkward as well. You started putting away the things you used from the first aid kit to occupy yourself. Once that was done, you you gave both the boys a slightly awkward smile and walked out of the bathroom.

You went on to continue your shift, not able to get the brothers, especially the oldest, out of your mind. You gave them a sweet smile when you noticed them leaving the diner and continued on. When you were clearing off their table you noticed something scribbled on a piece of paper.

Call me

1-866-907-3235

~DW

You smiled to yourself and pocketed the paper before clearing the table for other customers.