Jo has a feeling
The everyday rush at the Roadhouse slowed as summer faded away and school started again. Jo can't say she's mad because she hates the endless rush of people who assume it's okay to prance into a place of business in a bikini just because they are the closest restaurant to the really nice lake the undergrads love. But she can't say she loves the mindless work of waiting on two or three regulars per hour either. And the tips that came with the lunch crowd were so not worth it. She would rather switch her weekend nights with the week nights Dean seemed to monopolize.
The only thing that came to the bar on Saturday nights was trouble, but on the other hand, it did pay a hell of a lot better. She sighed. She didn't mind, not really. Things would pick up again soon. Until then, only two people were needed to take care of the Mon-Thur lunch crowd. Right now a few hicks were seated together in the back end whispering about their next hunt and Cas was waiting on them.
She didn't know if it was out of boredom or some girly part of her that hadn't died yet and decided to have a crush but Jo couldn't take her eyes off him. He had to be around six feet with a muscular build that filled the window while still being thin and gentle. He had that lean, wiry kind of muscle that could hold and protect you but never intimidate or make you worry he'd hurt you. His dark hair was perfectly mussed with little tendrils playing shadows on his face. One hung over his left eye and across the damn room her hand twitched with the want to brush it back.
Jo shook her head and stood on tiptoes to make her apron reach a glob of mayonnaise someone's sandwich had left behind on the bar. But it only distracted her for a second as her mind went right back to his eyes. She took another peek. He had such beautiful eyes, the clearest blue she had ever seen. As sunlight from the window danced across his face they almost seemed to glow.
The swinging door from the kitchen creaked open behind her and the daydream was officially over. Jo was more than surprised at where her thoughts had wandered. It usually took a hell of a lot of lip gloss and a little black dress to cover up her tomboy heart and convince her she wasn't one of the guys.
Hell, she spent more time rating women with Ash and Dean then she had looking at guys lately. Guess that answers the question of boredom or crush. And then bam! Cas looked her way and some secret emotion lit his eyes and stopped her breath. Yup, she had it bad, but what felt worse was knowing that the look wasn't for her. Without even turning around she knew who had just walked through the door. She sighed and pulled the few tips she had earned out of the pocket of the apron around her hips before untying the string. And no, those are so not tears burning behind her eyes right now.
"Good luck Dean, looks to be a slow night." She said throwing the bar apron at his face to pause the soulful staring. She forgot she had used the apron to wipe up that mayonnaise until Dean was pealing if off of his head and she noticed some of it in his hair. She did her best to hold in a giggle as she turned back towards Cas who was checking on his customer's meal like the angel he was.
Jo was evil. Seeing Dean wipe mayonnaise off his pretty face and miss the bit still in his hair should not be so satisfying. She blew a kiss across the dining room. "See ya later Castiel. Becky should be here to help with the dinner crowd any minute. I'll be back with my mom before close." Cas did that little lost puppy head tilt that in no way made her heart swell and she strutted through the kitchen to make sure Ash was all set at the grill before heading home down the little dirt path out back.
Dean's brain froze as usual when Cas came up to the bar to put in a drink order. He started their damn staring contest of the day and Dean swallowed down his hello before Cas' eye brow raised and his gaze moved to where Dean was still rubbing his cheek trying to get the greasy feeling of the mayo off. "Jo man. Doesn't even say hello, just starts throwin' things at me. Who lit the fuse on her tampon?"
"Dean." Cas says before ducking his head to look back to his note pad. "I hope you don't say things like that when Jo's around. I don't think she would like it very much."
Dean stops scrubbing his face for a minute to take the note pad from Cas and reach in the coolers for the beers they don't have on tap, filling a few mugs with the rest as Cas sets everything on a tray. Guy had no sense of humor and a constant stick up his ass. "What are you two dating now?" And why the hell did his blood run cold at the thought? Cas could date whoever he wanted. And Jo? Well, Jo was like the little sister he never particularly wanted. Maybe he was jealous because Jo used to have a crush on him when they were kids? That was probably it.
"No." Cas said almost tipping over one of the bottles and setting the rest off like dominoes. "No, I'm uh I'm not seeing anyone right now." That wasn't awkward or anything. Maybe they were keeping it a secret? God knows Cas can't tell a lie to save his life. Dean felt his day get a little worse but chalked it up to his friends not trusting him enough or guilt for making fun of who was probably Cas' first girlfriend. Man he could not see them together.
"Jo knows I'm a jerk sometimes. And she started it." Cas met his eyes again to give him the smallest smirk and Dean knew he was forgiven. Just because he was a little cranky sometimes didn't mean Cas wasn't the biggest push over he'd ever met.
Dean watched him go back to the customers in the corner and had to snap himself out of his stare. Why was it so hard to look away from that guy? He was nothing special. Did he even own a comb? Well Dean probably didn't have a comb either and if he did he had no idea where it was but his hair didn't need one. Cas walked around with constant bed head. If the guy wasn't a proud virgin he would have guessed the guy's hair was always in a state of just hooked up. And where the frig did the shivers up his spine just come from?
chapter edited on 11 January 2014
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