Gabriel followed Castiel and the Winchesters into the crappy café, wondering again how he had gotten talked into this. He plopped down next to Cas and huffed. His eyes roamed the menu, and the waitresses, there was definitely NOTHING on this menu that was interesting. He decided to try the Belgian waffles, with extra cream and syrup. He sipped the subpar coffee and was about to complain again when he noticed Dean looking past his shoulder towards the door, giving Sam a nudge and a grin. Gabriel heard the click clack of heels and the sweet smell of Japanese cherry blossom body spray.
The skirt and heels that walked by first did belong to the sweet smell, yet the blonde was definitely stacked and way too much makeup kind of pretty. They were being seated in the booth across from them, with just a table between. The cherry blossom scent came from the young woman following behind, Gabriel had an excellent view of her ass in the faded Levis she was wearing. Her thick almost orange-red hair was piled in a messy bun, and her little white crop top gave let just a bit of skin show above her jeans.
Their food was being set in front of them, and Gabriel had quite the appetite suddenly, although not for waffles. Dean kept eye fucking the blonde, Sam periodically looking at them both. It was only when he glanced over after they had set down the menus that he noticed cherry blossom (hey, he has a thing for nicknames, don't judge) was using sign language towards the blonde. He watched her tell the girl, her sister, older sister he realized, that the food here was crap but the waffles in front of the cute guy across from them looked good.
He chuckled and she turned at the sound. Smirking a bit he leaned back in his seat. "They are actually not bad, I would recommend the extra cream and syrup with them though." She immediately blushed a deep red, putting her hand to her mouth. Her sister looked over, her eyes settling on Sam. Cherry blossom finally put her hand down and signed at Gabriel oops, I guess you caught me. Laughing, he signed back. Red-handed? He could hear her groan inwardly, then her attention was on the waitress and her sister as she waited for her sister to order for her. The waitress gave an odd look at the sister, Gabriel could hear her thinking what was wrong with her why didn't she order for herself.
When he turned back towards Cherry Blossom, he noticed her biting her lip. Her sister sighed. "Just ignore her Jasmine, it's no big deal." But Gabriel knew it was a big deal to her, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to not be able to speak. He sudden wanted something bad to happen to the waitress, and his gears were turning as they finished up there food. He quickly scrawled his name and number on a napkin, cliché yes, but he wanted to see the Cherry Blossom again. As they got up he walked over to the table, to where his back was to her sister, and handed her the napkin, then signed dinner tonight, my treat, promise the food will be better he didn't wait for her to respond, winking as he walked away.
He slid into the backseat and began unwrapping a lolly. "What put you in such a good mood?" Dean snarked from the driver's seat. "Oh, Dean-o," He paused as he gave an obnoxiously loud slurp on the sucker. "Just gave the lovely lady my number and asked her to dinner." He hummed and watched the scenery. "Wait," Dean glared at him from the mirror. "You asked the hot blond who was checking out Sammy to dinner."
Gabriel sighed, made sure to kick the back of the seat as he stretched. "No Deanie-beanie, I gave the LADY my number, not tramp-zilla." Sam piped up. "Oh, the cute ginger?" he said as he turned to face Gabriel. "So what did she sign to you?" He gave Gabriel puppy eyes and looked at him expectantly.
Gabriel worked his lolly for a minute, watching as Dean and Sam waited, impatiently. "Only that she thought I was cute, and …" he paused dramatically, "I can't wait to show her a good time tonight." He waggled his eyebrows as Dean groaned. "Dude, as long as you stay far away from me and Sammy's room, I could care less who or what you are doing tonight." Castiel, who had been watching the scene playout, spoke. "Well, Dean, she is mute, so I expect she will not make as much noise as you might think." Gabriel almost choked on his sucker, Sam's eyes got huge and he sat there open-mouthed, while Dean started banging on the steering wheel, howling with laughter.
It took a while for everyone to recover, especially since anytime one of them looked at Cas, confusion on his face about what was so funny, the laughter started up again. They made it back to the hotel in record time, and Gabriel got out, stretching and complaining. He wandered off to his room, and just as he walked through the door his phone buzzed.
Dinner sounds wonderful, but are you sure there is actual edible food in this town? –swissmiss
Gabriel pondered the signature, smiling as he texted a reply. I am sure we can find something that passes as real food –Candyman
I'm going to hold you to that, Candyman ;-) –swissmiss
I'll text soon with a place, and dare I ask about 'swissmiss' –Candyman
If I enjoy dinner, I'll tell you. Hurry up and decide though, I may change my mind if I'm forced to wait. –swissmiss
Gabriel wasted no time flying from place to place, he had about given up when a tiny little building on the edge of town caught his attention. It looked rundown on the outside, but the delicious scent of pizza wafted out. He walked in and the place was packed, mostly locals. Not just pizza, but all kinds of tantalizing Italian food smells were assaulting his nostrils. He went warp speed back to his room and quickly sent a text. You're stuck with me now, I found us an excellent dining choice. –Candyman
Oh? The Chinese restaurant where I they serve fresh cat of the day looked good to me also :-P –swissmiss
Trust me, my little cherry blossom, you will be pleasantly surprised. I will meet you out front of the café at five? –Candyman
Sounds great! Any advice on a dress code I should be aware of? And yes, I am sure naked is not a dress code. –swissmiss
Gabriel laughed. He didn't think anyone in the small Italian joint had been in anything dressy, but he was also thinking how amazing her legs would look in stockings and heels. But then he wondered if she owned anything dressy. He did a quick ninja like nosy inventory of her clothes she had in her hotel room, decided what he thought she should wear, and snapped himself into a 3-piece suit, complete with an emerald green tie and pocket hankie. He took a quick selfie, and sent it to her.
I have the perfect dress to go with that, I'll see you at five! –swissmiss
He was pacing around the room, counting down the seconds. He'd never been patient, per se, but thinking about her in that backless emerald green dress was killing him.
With a huff he headed over to the café, it was ten minutes to five, and as he pulled up he saw her standing there. He just sat for a moment and took her in, the dress hugging every curve, those amazing legs covered in silky stockings, the heels giving that perfect ass of hers the nicest lift. He finally drug his face back to hers, and she winked. She had caught him staring, and he felt his cock already beginning to push against his slacks. She moved slowly towards the passenger side of the car, tracing her fingertips along the red hood and licking her lips as she got closer, her eyes never leaving his. He was pitching a pretty serious tent by the time she climbed in beside him.
"You look, wow, absolutely amazing." she blushed and smiled at him, then signed so do you Gabe. He fought the urge to drag her onto his lap and skip dinner, maybe give all the patrons in the café a nice show. Are you going to deliver on that dinner? She signed. Or were you thinking of skipping ahead to dessert? It was a good thing it was dark enough in the car that she couldn't see his erection straining against his pants. "Dinner first my little swissmiss." He waggled his eyebrows and headed towards the restaurant. He forced himself to calm down, he wasn't some teenager on his first date, but he was seriously wishing he had let off a little pressure before seeing her looking so ripe for the fucking taking.
They pulled in front of the small nondescript building, and she gave him an amused look. This should be interesting. He smiled and leaned in, taking in her scent. "Never judge a book by its cover, you never really know what's inside until you," he leaned into her ear "dive in deep." She turned so they were face to face, and mouthed I can't wait to dive into you. He fought for a breathe he didn't need and exited the car quickly, coming around and opening her door for her. Fuck, he thought, fuck, fuck, she was going to have him hard the entire way through dinner at this point. He took her by the hand and they walked into the tiny Italian restaurant. The delicious smells surrounded them, and he could see the look of pleasure mixed with surprise. There were candles on the tables, and a young waiter came over to them. "Two?" Gabriel nodded, and as they followed him to their table he couldn't resist placing his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was so incredibly soft, he again just wanted to have her, to forget dinner and feel and taste every inch of that sweet smelling skin.
The waiter seated them at a back booth, it was rounded and they both slid in close to each other. She took her menu and gave him a little wink, and sucked her bottom lip as she read. She periodically gave him sidelong glances, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm thinking the Veal Parmesan with pasta, and we will definitely need some wine." I'll take the spaghetti and meatballs, and yes, we so need some wine, the sooner the better. They sat their menus down, and he took her right hand in his and brushed her fingertips with his lips. The waiter came over, and Gabriel ordered for them, then immediately turned his attention back to her. He had his hand on the table, and she slid her hand under it, and signed thank you. "You are welcome, but it is my pleasure to have you accompany me for dinner. I never would have thought I'd find someone like you in a place like this." He let the implied question hang in the air, and she looked like she was debating on how much to tell him.
I'm here visiting my sister. I'm sort of … in between jobs and she offered me a place to stay. I really don't think I will though, there aren't many jobs here for … someone like me. "I agree, you are way more intelligent than the yokels in this town, you deserve a big city where you can flourish, and where people can appreciate you." She flushed at the comment and smiled at the waiter as he handed them their wine. She took a small sip, closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it on her tongue. Gabriel tried to remember how to breathe as she closed her eyes, and wondered how she would look with that pretty pink mouth wrapped around him. He quickly picked up his glass and was sipping it as she opened her eyes and gave him a soft sweet smile. Can I ask you what brought you here? She slid her fingertips along his ear and back into his hair, sliding in a bit closer. "I owed my brother and his two friends a favor, and I am just here long enough to repay the debt. Just helping them out with a job." Her fingertips were curling in his hair, and gently brushing the back of his neck, occasionally delving into his collar. Fuck, fucking fuck, he thought, he had only just managed to get himself under control and he was close to pitching another serious tent. He almost sighed with relief when the waiter set their plates down. She slowly removed her hand, and reached for her fork. He couldn't stop watching her delicate fingers as they closed around her fork. Grinning, she nudged him and aimed her fork at this plate. He laughed. "Fine, fine, has anyone ever told you are very bossy?" She gave him a mock look of horror before turning to focus on her spaghetti.
The food smelled amazing, and he was just telling himself, you can do this, eat dinner, possibly dessert, you can make it back to the hotel before you violate the lovely woman beside you. It worked for all of three seconds until she took her first bite, closed her eyes and fucking moaned. He sat there with his fork frozen halfway to his open mouth. He watched her chew, and swallow, eyes closed. She opened them and gave him a mischievous look. This food is almost … orgasmic
Fuck! Forget fucking self-control. He dropped his fork onto his plate, fisted a hand into her hair and devoured her mouth. His other hand slid onto her thigh and squeezed. He heard her fork drop as well and she pressed into him, her fingers sliding through his hair and across his chest. They heard someone clearing their throat, and broke apart to see the blushing waiter holding boxes and the check. "Uh, uhm, I'll just leave these here." He sat everything on the table edge and quickly scurried away. Gabriel looked back at her, her pink mouth looking deliciously kiss bruised. He gets a big tip she signed. He chuckled as he began moving his untouched food into the box. "Just the tip?" She gasped then winked at him. Nobody likes that kind of teasing
As they got into the car, he thought about her comment and how he was going to prove her wrong. So very, very wrong.
