Chapter 2
Twenty minutes later and the red faced, bicep bulging Arnold Schwarzenegger look-a-like had finally given up trying to catch the two of you. Having spent a lot of time in the sort of places that one would be more likely to meet Pete Doherty in rather than Paris Hilton you were quite used to swearing, cursing and other things that Pastor Jim wouldn't approve of, however the words that had left the trucker's mouth during the last twenty minutes were enough to give you the creepy crawlies.
Noticing a dinner up ahead you nudge Sammy with your shoulder and point towards the rather dingy looking place. The enthusiastic back and forth nodding was a clear "yes" in your professional opinion.
You smile and nod your head in greeting at the few guests that turned around upon hearing the bell ring when the door opened. Sammy being Sammy raced for the nearest booth and plonked himself down.
"That was a close call Dean."
"Ya think?"
"I can't believe you said all that stuff to him, I mean you talk to everyone like that but that guy was huge. Weren't you scared?"
Hell yeah!
"Nahh, takes more than fifty year old muscle to scare the likes of Dean Winchester. Besides… will ya look at that, hot damn."
"Huh?"
"Waitress, 3 o'clock."
"She's pretty."
"Pretty? Dude she is smokin'."
"She's also way out of your league."
"Excuse me? She totally isn't."
"Totally is."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is…"
"Would you too gents mind stopping your flirting session for a minute so that I can take your order?"
Slightly taken aback by the comment and also the fact that she had managed to sneak up on you, you simply stare open mouthed at the beauty before you. Sammy's giggling quickly brings you back down to earth and you put on your best Dean Winchester smile as you reply.
"Two coffees, one black, one with cream and sugar and two burgers with everything and extra onions."
"Okie dokie, comin' right up."
"Don't even think about it Dean."
"Think about what?"
"About commenting on the fact that she said "okie dokie". For the last time; it does not make her your soul mate."
Ah yes, Janet Beaves.
"Don't know what you're talking about Sammy."
"Oh yeah that's right you didn't say 'soul mate' you said she was the love of your life."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did –"
"Flirting again, I see."
You recover a bit faster from her sudden appearance this time.
"Sweetheart if I was flirting you would know it."
"Uh huh. Who has the coffee with cream?"
"That would be for Francis over here."
She quickly places the cups down on the table and turns to leave.
"Excuse me."
"Yes."
"Tell me, do you believe in love at first sight or would you like me to walk past again?"
Smooth, very smooth.
You watch the slight blush creep up her neck and over her face as she unsuccessfully attempts to hide her smile.
"I finish at five."
"I'll see you at one minute past then."
She giggles and walks over to the newest customer, taking his order.
"You are unbelievable Dean."
"So I've been told."
"I can't believe you dare use that line after what happened last year."
"Once again Sammy I dunno what you're talking about."
"Oh sure, as if your ego could ever forget that."
Of course you hadn't forgotten. How could you ever forget? Your recently used pick-up line had been your most successful up until she came along. She being a certain Jane Doe from Massachusettes, She had smiled at you seductively, leaned forward in an attempt (a successful one at that) to show her cleavage and told you that you were more than welcome to walk past her as many times as you wished however the only thing you would get would be a cramp.
That ladies and gentlemen is how to ruin the mood. Granted she had been in her middle twenties and you were still a teenager but still, how could anyone resist- this? The fact that she had walked across the bar and started snogging another woman hadn't made you feel the least bit better either.
"Earth calling Dean, come in please."
"Very funny Sammy."
"Thank you. I did learn from the best."
"Yeah, I guess you did."
"Yeah, Dad can be very funny sometimes."
"Oh ha, ha, ha."
Ugh what you would give to wipe that smirk off….
The next twenty minutes were spent in silence as the two of you eat your burgers and order/eat some pie to follow.
"You boys want me to bring you the check?"
"Not really, but if you insist."
The waitress who's name you still don't know smiles and walks off with your empty plates.
"You did bring your wallet, right Sammy?"
"Why would I bring a wallet, I don't even have a wallet."
"But you have money, right? Sammy, tell me you have money."
"Okay, I have money."
"You do?"
"No."
"Then why did you just – ugh never mind."
"Don't you have any money?"
"Would I be asking you for money if I had some? Ahh scratch that, stupid question."
"Why don't you have money?"
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because I don't want the whole dinner to know we can't pay for our food Dean, duhh."
"Don't 'duhh' me!"
"Well, why the hell not? You didn't bring any money but you happily came in here and ordered food and coffee like it was goin' out of fashion."
"Food's going out of fashion?"
"Totally beside the point Dean."
"Well why didn't you bring any money? I mean let's not go blamin' me for everything."
"You're the older brother!"
"What's your point?"
"You're suppose to have the money and pay, not me! I'm still a kid for Christs sake!"
"Now, now Sammy. There's no need to shout."
"No need to shout? I'm not cleaning dishes to make up for our payment and I'm not going back to the motel to get money 'cause that trucker is probably still waiting there for us. Which by the way; is also your fault."
"That guy deserved all of it. Besides it isn't my fault that he's so touchy feely."
"Touchy feely? You called a grown man a Grandpa and accused him of not showering."
"All right, I admit that may have been a tad over the top but just a smidgen."
"A smidgen?"
"Sammy, do you trust me?"
Silence.
"Sammy?"
"Yes, I trust you."
"Good. You see the door?"
"Yes."
"Run!"
AN: Thanks for reading! :)