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Chapter One

"Dean, Ellen needs you to serve at the bar for a bit. She's taking her break now." I look up from the table I was cleaning and see Sam.

"I thought Jo was serving drinks?"

"Her shift doesn't start for another two hours, remember?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Well, fuck.

I sigh. "Fine," And mutter, "Bitch."

"Jerk." He smirks and I grin.

I throw him the rag I was using to clean up tables, and head over to the bar. There's only a few customers sitting on the barstools, drinks already served. A few new customers walk into the Roadhouse, so I quickly walk behind the bar. The two men sit directly in front of me.

"What can I get you gents tonight?" I ask with a charming smile. The first man turns to me, pausing his conversation with dude #2. I take them both in. The first guy looks older than the second. He has blonde hair and golden eyes, with a constant smirk on his face. The other guy has these gorgeous blue eyes. I blush heavily.

OhmyGod.

"I'll have a Piña Colada," He turns back to blue eyes. "What are you having Cassie?" He looks confused.

"I'm not sure. I've never had alcohol before."

"And a martini." The man from before orders for him. I nod and mix their drinks as quickly as possible. Finished, I set the Piña Colada in front of the guy who ordered and the martini to his friend.

I flash another charming smile. "Is that all I can get you two?"

"Ye-" He's cut off.

"C-can I have some.. fries?" Blue eyes asks his friend quietly, his deep voice surprising me. The older man nods his head.

"And an order of fries."

"Alright." I head to the kitchen to let Ellen know. She quickly sets to work on the food and I head back. A few other customers wanted refills and a couple new customers ordered. Sam stops by with the order of fries.

"It's for blue eyes right here." I point to him. He looks up and tilts his head to the side.

Fuck he's gorgeous.

The plate of fries clanks on the bar, startling me. I go to head back to another customer but Blue Eyes stops me.

"Is there ketchup at all?" I glance back and holy fuck that was a mistake. We made eye contact and I swear I felt electricity shoot throughout my body.

"Y-yeah." My voice cracks and I remind myself of a little girl with a crush. It's pathetic. I grab the ketchup from under the bar and pass it to him. He pours it on the side of his plate. Blue eyes grabs a fry, dips it in ketchup and eats it, moaning.

Why is my body reacting so strangely?

I face Sam who was surprisingly still at the bar.

"I'm having a smoke break. Keep watch, will you Sammy?" He nods and I rush to the entrance of the Roadhouse. Outside, I pull out a cigarette and light it, quickly inhaling the smoke. I exhale and all the tension leaves my body.

I finish my smoke a few minutes later, and head back inside. Jo has finally started her shift. I grab some cleaning supplies from the storage closet and start washing up every dirty table. I glance at the bar and I don't see Blue Eyes. Disappointed, I quickly finish scrubbing the tables and head to the kitchen to finish dishes. At the end of the day, I drive my brother and I back to our apartment. I don't bother making myself something to eat, and go to bed.

It's Saturday, so I don't start work until 6:30 in the evening. Sammy decided to go out with his geek friends to go study or some shit. He doesn't work today, that lucky son of a bitch. I head to the washroom to shower and brush my teeth before heading out. I grab a bagel at a Gas n' Sip along the way to my destination. It was a store called Cheapies and they sold old records, among other things. The door chimes as I step in and I wave to the guy on cashier. He waves back.

"Hey Dean-o." Metatron smiles at me.

"Hey Megatron." He frowns at the nickname.

"Anyone been in today?"

"Only a couple guys." I nod. I shouldn't have to worry about others trying to get my records.

I stalk over to the record section and thumb through them.

Megadeth, Metallica, Pink Floyd... I have all of these one's...

Finally, a record catches my interest.

"Radiohead." I pick the vinyl up and proceed with finding new records. Half an hour later and I've found four that I was happy with. I pay for them and leave. As soon as I step out of the store, I collide with another person. I manage not to fall, but the other person was flat on their ass. I lend them a hand and they take it, lifting themselves up. I notice it's one of the men from last night.

He stares at me, recognition in his eyes. "You're the guy who served Cassie and I last night." He smirks. "You couldn't take your eyes off of him." I flush and he winks. I stay silent, and he continues talking.

"So, what's your name? I'm Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe." He extends a hand out to shake.

"Dean." I shake his hand back.

"Well Dean-o, what do you say about becoming friends?" I raise my eyebrows in shock.

"I hardly even know you. I'm actually confused as to why we're still talking. I just knocked you over." He laughs.

"Think of this as payment. I could have died!" He exclaims dramatically. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. So what do you want?" He grins.

"Let's go out for coffee, maybe we can take a nice, long walk along the beach afterwards?" He says sarcastically.

"We can go out for coffee." I reply. He grins and takes off in the other direction.

"I have a car. Come on!" I shout. He whips back around and follows me to the Impala.

"This is my Baby." I pet Baby lovingly before hopping into the driver seat. He admires the car for a few seconds before sliding into shotgun. We take off to the nearest coffee shop.

Please let me know what you thought about this story, it's my first time writing anything Supernatural related.