"Man I need a beer" Dean said as he walked out of the woods, to the Impala and opened the trunk, tossing his gun with all the other weapons
"And a shower" Sam said right behind him. They had just finished a job involving a wendigo hiding in an old mining cave, which didn´t turn out well. The thing kept on putting a fight even when they got to torch it but the wendigo wasn't going to go without a show so it ran deeper in the cave, the brothers thinking it was almost over went after it, but the creature wasn't running from them, it was running towards a pile of old gunpowder. Dean yelled at Sam to stay back, and the youngest brother did but Dean was in the first row when the explosion came of which wasn't so bad, again the gunpowder was really old the worst part was that he got himself covered in "wendigo crap" as he described it. Sam was right he needed a shower.
"Man, this sucks" he said opening the driver's door. "I´m sorry baby" Dean cursed as he got inside and probably staining the seat. Sam followed him and shortly after that they were back on the road.
Once in the hotel Dean claimed the bathroom and locked himself there for a good 25 minutes trying to relax as the hot water ran over his back. By the time he got out Sammy was already snoring on one of the beds, he smile at the sight of his little brother getting some sleep and decided that he really needed that beer, so he walked out of the room quietly and climbed on the impala driving around for a few minutes until he found a decent bar. He walked in and sat down on one of the bar stools looking around.
"What can I get you?" a sweet voice said, making Dean look at the young and pretty bartender behind the counter
"Maybe a piece of that sweet little thing" he answered giving her the ultimate-Dean's-smirk. And while any other girl would blush wildly, she just smiled and lean closer to him on the counter "I´m sorry" she said "but that´s not in the menu"
"Too bad" he was looking at those big brown eyes intensely "Maybe a beer will do for now" she nodded and walk to the other end of the counter to get the drink, Dean took this opportunity to check her out. She was wearing blue faded skinny jeans and a button down dark blue shirt, her dark hair was slightly larger than Sam's, which was odd because she was definitely rocking that haircut.
"Here it is" se said placing the beer I front of him "first one´s on the house. Anything else?"
"Can I have one of those?" Dean said pointing to the posters hanging in the wall announcing the house´s special
"One bacon cheese coming right away" she announced walking toward the kitchen, minutes later she came out holding his and what it looked like other seven orders. He watched her move around the bar delivering every order in perfect balance, a part of him was sure she would trip and drop all the food but that never happened. She took her original place behind the counter and served Deans meal putting down her tray.
"Well those are some pretty strong arms you got there" he said taking a bite of his hamburger
"Thank you" she smiled "How is it?" she pointed at the burger
"Not as good as you" the only reaction he got was a little smile, not and embarrassment or excitement smile, just smiles like if he had told her, her shoes were pretty.
"You might want to save those silly pick-up lines for the girls in the back" she said while nodding to the back of the bar where a bunch of teenage girls were getting drunk. At that moment on of the other waitresses walk right next to him, she winked and smiled seductively at him. "But not her, she's married"
"Aren't we getting jealous are we?" Dean said raising his eyebrows at her
"Not at all pretty boy" she answered while cleaning some glasses
"My name is Dean" she lifted her head to look at him and stayed quiet for a second before replying "Hello Dean, I'm Alice"
"I'm sorry but I have to ask, what is a pretty young lady like you working in a bar like this?"
She shrugged "I really don´t know, I was just passing by and they needed help."
"Passing by? Are you heading somewhere?"
"Maybe, don't know yet. I'll stay here until my problems catch up with me"
"So, a run away , what are you running from? An ex? Mommy and Daddy?"
"Aren´t we all running from something?" she said leaning towards him "so tell me Dean what are you running from?"
"A life time of bad decisions" he said sipping on his beer. He came into this bar wanting to get laid but now he just wanted to keep talking to this Alice girl
"Ah, don't get depressed; here" she placed two shots of whiskey on the counter "These are on me. Here's to a crappy life" she said raising her glass
"I'll drink to that" he said and till his head back letting the whiskey burn its way through his throat.
"So I'm usually the one that buys the drinks so I don't know where we go from here" he said as if he was really confused.
"We are not going anywhere" she said taking the glasses and cleaning the counter, throwing the towel over her shoulder.
"Why not?"
"My shift isn't over" she answered
"When do you finish?" he smirked
"Good night Dean" she said handing him the tab
"Hey! but I'm not done yet"
"Really? What else you're gonna have?" she asked raising an eyebrow
If it was any other girl, Dean would have given up but there was something in the way she moved and talked, the way her body was relaxed but her eyes were alert. So he gave her a big smile "do you have some pie?"
For the next 2 hours Dean just sat there eating the slice of pie he ordered really slowly, he watched as people came in and out, some chick tried to talk to him but he just ignored her. His aye always searching and finding Alice. He watched as she took orders and delivered them, how she ran from one corner of the bar to another, cleaning tables, carrying dirty dishes, counting tips. And suddenly she stopped, took off her apron and walked to the kitchen. Her shift was off.
He paid for the tab and walked to the parking lot hoping to see her somewhere he didn't have to wait long to see a petite figure walking down the road. He got into the impala and drove to where she was; when she didn't stop he kept driving at her slow pace.
"Alice let me drive you home" he said through the window "it's late and there could be any kind of criminals out there"
"How do I know you are not criminal?" she asked still walking
"Have you ever seen a criminal eating cherry pie?" he waited "of course not, get in"
She stopped, looked at him and sighted. She walked around and opened the passenger's seat "I have pepper spray so any weird moves and you'll be crying your eyes out"
"Yes ma'am" he nodded "where do I take you?"
"Green flag Motel" Dean looked at her and raised his eyebrows "Shut up, I'm staying there you pervert"
"Okay, but I didn't say nothing. I'm staying there too"
"No you're not" she said looking out of the window
"Of course I'm" he said and showed her his room key
"Well what a coincidence, don't ya think?"
"I'll to call it destiny"
"Yeah right" she looked at him "why are you staying at a motel anyways?"
"I'm working" he said as if that was explanation enough. "You?"
"Like I said, I was passing by"
Dean pulled up the motel's parking lot and turned off the engine. Alice opened the door and stepped out "Thank you for the ride, Dean"
"Wait!" he said getting out of the car "You sure you don't want me to walk you to your room? I mean just to be safe"
"Good night Dean" Alice said before walking away. Dean could see that her room was on the second floor right on top of theirs; he smiled at the knowledge of having her close. He looked at the seat she had occupied and saw a napkin. He picked it up and unfolded. His smile only got wider. He had her phone number.