"Caroline you've got to be kidding me! This is the 3rd date you've tried to get me to go on." She whines into the speaker of her phone.
"Elena, come on! Please! Please, please, please," Elena rolls her eyes as Caroline begs on the other line. "I promise you'll like him."
"Care, you said that about the last two guys!" Elena lets herself drop onto her mattress as the memories of her previous 2 blind dates enter her mind. She swore off dating after she caught the last one slipping a little something in her drink when she had gone to the restroom.
"Okay, I admit... my radar was a little off the last 2 times. But I promise, Elena. This guy is perfect for you."
"Care..."
"If it's any comfort, he's Sam's older brother. And let me just say, looks like the genes in Winchester pool are generous."
Elena laughs at Caroline's comment; remembering the day she and Caroline had met Sam at Whitmore.
It had been about a year ago. Caroline had managed to trick Elena into helping her move into her new dorm. The two girls were carrying boxes up the stairs, when suddenly someone crashes into Caroline, causing her box to fall, break open and spill out all its contents down the stairs.
"Oh. My. God," She emphasized each word. "You cannot be serious," Caroline's temper was on the verge of rising, until she saw the eyes of the man she had crashed into. The rage she was beginning to feel slowly diminished; almost as if the pair of hazel eyes she was looking into were cooling her down.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you, I was reading," He lifted up a pamphlet he held in his hand.
Caroline quickly shook him off. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's okay," She smiled at him. He returned her smile with his own dimpled one.
Elena watched from the stairs as the two introduced one another; a small smile growing on her lips as she slowly began to realize, they'd just made a new friend.
"Elena!" Caroline's voice brought Elena back from her thoughts. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, Care," She lied. "But I really don't want to go another date..."
"Please," Caroline began to plead again, causing Elena to roll her eyes. "I promise you'll love him, Elena. He's really great!"
She bit her lip as she considered Caroline's request. After a moment of a small inner pros and cons debate, she finally agreed. "Fine, I'll go." She replied. Elena quickly moved the phone from her ear as soon as she heard Caroline begin to squeal in excitement on the other end.
After a moment of Caroline's celebration, she brought the phone back against her ear. "Okay. I'll set everything up, and text you the information. His name is Dean by the way!"
"Sounds good. Bye Care!" She quickly hung up the phone before Caroline could squeeze in any last adjustments. She let a huge sigh out and let the phone drop beside her on the mattress.
Dean.She thought. Let's just hope you're better than the last two. She smiled at her thought.
As promised, Caroline sent the details of Elena's blind date. A huge sigh of relief escaped from her when she recognized the restaurant that they'd be eating at. She didn't really have it in her to go all out on dressing up, so she picked a maroon, lace dress and a pair of black flats. She wore her long hair in waves and was light with the make-up. Satisfied with her reflection, she grabbed her handbag and phone and head out the door.
Upon arriving at the restaurant she suddenly felt her stomach clench up in nerves. She gripped onto the steering wheel of her car and closed her eyes.
"Calm down, Elena. We got this. We'll go in and try to have a good time." She reassures herself. Once she built her confidence, she nodded and climbed out of the car.
Inside of the restaurant, she lets out a sigh of relief when she takes note that it isn't too busy. If all goes bad, atleast the food will be served quickly, and she get make a run for it before dessert. The hostess notices Elena, eying the seats, trying to find someone.
"Hello," Her perky voice captures Elena's attention. "Welcome to Luigi's. My name is Sara, are you looking for someone or..."
"Hello, Sara. Thank you, um, I'm not sure if he's here yet..." Elena bites her lip for a moment as she tried to remember his name. "Dean Winchester?"
The smile the hostess was wearing quickly fades away when Elena says his name, but is just as a quick to recompose herself. "Yeah, he's here. Follow me." She says, forcing her smile back on. Sara leads Elena down an aisle of booths; closer towards the end of the restaurant.
When they reach the final booth, Sara speaks. "Mr. Winchester..." She begins.
"Just can't stay away, can you?" Elena hears a deep, teasing voice respond.
Sara chuckles and shakes her head. "Your uh," She moves aside to expose Elena. "date." Elena feels her face scrunch up in confusion by the tone in which Sara said the word "date". Did she hint jealousy?
"Oh," Dean quickly gets up from his seat, his eyes wide and set on Elena. "Wow," He breathes out. "I guess Caroline wasn't being over dramatic about you after all," He teases; shooting Elena a wink as he extends out his hand to her. "I'm Dean."
Elena feels the heat rush up to her cheeks. She reaches out and grips his hand. "I'm Elena." She responds with a smile. He gives their hands a firm shake, before gesturing for her to sit. Elena silently thanks him, and slides into her seat. Dean does the same taking his place back on the opposite side keeping his eyes on Elena, a small smile growing on his lips as he noticed how nervous she was.
"Your waiter will be with you shortly." Sara says, trying to get Dean's attention back on her.
Dean looks up at her. "Thanks, sweetheart." He waves her off and turns back to Elena. Once Sara was gone, Dean spoke again. "So, Lena... may I call you Lena?"
Elena pulled her eyes away from the menu, to look back at her date. She hated to admit that Caroline had been right on one thing so far... The Winchester gene pool was in fact very generous. "I don't mind." She smiles at him.
"So, Lena," He smirks. "How is it that a girl like you needs help from a friend to land a guy?"
She narrows her eyes. "What do you mean a 'girl like me?"
"Oh come on," He lifts his brow. "You can't honestly tell me you don't know what I mean..."
She shrugs and shakes her head.
He rolls his eyes. "Okay, okay. Let's see then..." He crosses his arms, and leans back in his seat. His eyes narrow as he scans her, trying to figure out her flaw. "You've got brains... Or so Sammy says. You're a med student, right?" She nods in response. "You've got looks... Personality; you don't seem like you're the psycho type."
"What exactly are you doing?" She questions, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"Trying to figure out why the last idiot you dated let you go." He quickly responded.
She chuckled. "If that's your way of asking about my last relationship, my answer is; people grow up and apart."
"Ah, so in other words you got bored of him?" He accuses.
She narrows her eyes at him, feeling a little offended by his accusation. She mirrors his posture, by crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat as well. "I'm done talking about my past. Your turn Mr. Casanova, what about your past?"
"Casanova, huh?" He lifts his brows, impressed by how quickly she reacted.
"Don't think I didn't notice how Sara," Elena gestures with her head. "was drooling over you. She probably stabbed me in her thoughts atleast 100 times on our walk from the entrance to here."
"Fair enough," He chuckles. "Well, you're not getting information about my past, sweetheart. Sorry." He says, sitting back up and bringing his menu up.
"Fine. Then mine is off limits too." She once again mirrors his actions, and begins reading over the menu.
The rest of the dinner went relatively well. Dean was quite a flirt, and Elena found herself enjoying it. Once they both finished their dinners, they decided to share a chocolate cake.
"How can a restaurant not have pie?" Dean slides his fork down the cake, and grabs a chunk.
"Because not everyone has a crazy fetish for it like you, Dean," Elena responds, before shoving a piece of it in her mouth. Dean lifts his brow at her. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious she covers her mouth. "What?" She questions with a full mouth.
"Speaking of fetishes..." He says as he slowly slides the fork down the cake, and seductively takes another piece and puts it in his mouth.
She rolls her eyes. "What about them?" She questions, now reaching again for another bite.
"You gonna show me any of your little secret kinks tonight?" He lifts his brows. She scoffs as she puts in a piece of cake in her mouth. She prepares a witty remark to respond, but stops as soon as she meets his eyes; realizing he was serious.
"Wait, are you serious?" She asks.
Dean grabs the final piece of cake and shoves it in his mouth. He nods at her question. "I was thinking if you don't want to go back to your place, we could get a hotel room," His implication hitting Elena like a slap to her face.
"Thanks for dinner," She didn't let him finish speaking, quickly grabbing her handbag and sliding out of her booth.
Dean raised his hands in confusion by her sudden reaction. He got out of his own seat, quickly pulled out his wallet and a few bills; tossing them onto the table. He followed her, calling out after her.
Once she stopped at her car, Dean put his hand on the driver's door to prevent her from getting in. She turns to face him.
"What do you want?" She asks angrily.
"What the hell, Lena? What got your panties twisted in a bunch?"
She rolls her eyes. "My panties aren't twisted," She lets out a frustrated sigh and stomps her foot. "Can you move, please?"
"Not until you tell me what the hell just happened? I thought we were having a good time..."
She turns to face him, eyes narrowed, jaw set. "We were having a good time, Dean. Until you basically ask me where I'm going to have sex with you? I'm not a sex on the first date type of girl, and," Elena points a finger at him. "the fact that you think I'm that person is just a slap across my face."
Dean lifts his hands defensively. "Listen, sweetheart. I ain't the dating type. You, yourself accused me of being "Mr. Casanova."
Her eyes go wide. "I was kidding, Dean! If you're not the dating type, then why the hell did you agree to a blind DATE?" She shouts.
"Caroline said you'd been out of the game for a while. She said I was perfect to get your mind off of your ex... I figured..."
Elena's hand flew up to her mouth as the heat from embarrassment began to rise in her cheeks. "Oh my god. She set me up for a one night stand!" Dean begins to laugh, which causes Elena to narrow her eyes him again. "Shut up." She says, before pushing him out of her way. She opens the car door, and climbs in. Dean walks away, shaking his head while laughing, which only builds up the fury Elena was feeling in her chest. Caroline was going to get an earful when Elena got home.
Elena found herself outside of a friend's apartment. She needed to sulk, and he was the only person she felt she could talk to lately. So she knocked on the door. A couple of moments later, she began to hear the sounds of bolts unlocking. When the final bolt unlatches, he pulls the door open to expose those deeply concerned blue eyes. His dark hair was disheveled and he was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. She had woken him up.
"Elena, what's wrong? What are you..."
She invites herself into his apartment. "Cas, I know it's late. I'm sorry, I just... I needed somewhere to cool down. I was hoping..."
"Oh, yes. Of course, Elena. Make yourself at home," He gestures towards his couch. "I'll go get somethings for you to sleep." He makes his way into his room, grabs a blanket and a couple of pillows. When he returns to the living room, he finds her sitting on the couch. He hands her the items.
"Thanks, Cas." She smiles at him. He smiles back, and then notes the clothes she'd been wearing. He quickly made the assumption, it had been another date gone bad.
"I'll get you something of mine so you can get out of those..." He clears his throat suddenly uncomfortable at the thought of Elena undressing.
"Thanks again, Cas." She says. He nods and makes his way back into his room.
The next morning Cas had made breakfast for the both of them. Elena told him everything from the date, and he listened to every word; occasionally giving his opinions on the situation.
"It was bad, Cas. And I over reacted. I probably seemed like this stuck up prude." She stabs a sausage that was on her plate.
"Don't worry about it, Elena. It's not like you'll ever see him again right? Doesn't he live in Kansas?" Cas asks.
"You know you're so right! He's only visiting, Sam and Caroline for a while. He'll be leaving soon, and we can all forget about this, right?" She smiles. Cas nods in response. "Thank you for listening, Cas. You're seriously the best!" She exclaims, and gets up from her seat, to give Cas a kiss on his cheek. "I gotta get home, I have class in a couple hours. I'll talk to you later, Cas!"
"My pleasure." He responds, as she quickly runs out of his apartment, leaving him behind with her half eaten meal.