Author's Note: I need to say a special thanks to all my friends at the FaNily- most especially Kat and Loopy- thank you for your encouragement and help. Beist, I can always count on you to be right there behind me! I do not own any portion of 'Supernatural' and if I did, I would not still live with my parents. Please enjoy!
Chapter 2
"You what?! Dean! What did I tell you? I clearly recall telling you to NOT flirt with the waitress. And what do you do as soon as I leave? You SING to her?! What is wrong with you? Have you no shame?"
"Whoa, calm down there, Sammy."
"For the last time, Dean, it's Sam, NOT Sammy!"
Dean sighed loudly. "Whatever, tiger. I was getting information."
Sam was clearly unconvinced. "By singing to her?"
"Okay, that was not in the plan. I asked her for info and she told me that she would tell me if I sang the chorus of the song to her." He looked down and cleared his throat. "Several times."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "What song was it?"
Dean waved his hand. "That doesn't matter, Sammy. She was supposed to give me the information when YOU had to come back to the table. You ruined it, Sam. That was embarrassing enough, but now she owes me info! And she better deliver for that little performance!"
Sam clearly did not share his brother's pain. "I'm sure you got her number, or a date, or SOMETHING. I have faith that you can get her to tell you."
All of a sudden there was a scraping noise several feet away. Both men turned and there was the pretty waitress, moving a chair from the other table over to the head of theirs.
"I know I owe you. I always keep my word. I just wanted to make sure your order went to the back so your breakfast would get to you." She looked at Sam. "And the faith you have in him clearly does not reflect the faith he has in others."
What? Oh, crap. She heard everything. I'll never get her number or a date. And faith? Dude, I barely even met her and she thinks I should have FAITH in her? Yeah, right. Keep dreaming sweetheart. Sigh. I will, too.
"So? Are you going to tell us, or do I have to charm it out of you?"
She laughed. "After what I just heard? Sweetie, you couldn't charm me into a date."
Knew it.
"But I think you do owe us your name. I'm Sam and lover boy over there is my brother, Dean."
She laughed and all her teeth showed in her wide grin, very nice teeth, as Dean noticed. "I'll just call him the failed Casanova. I'm Iris."
"Iris, are you going to tell us what you promised, or what?"
She looked over at Dean. "Ooh, you're cranky now, aren't you, Dean?" She laughed. "Fine, what do you want to know?"
Sam spoke up, saving his brother. "We want to know about the supposedly haunted, uh, house, here in Upton."
"Hmm, what exactly do you want? History of the house or a personal account?"
Sam looked excited. "You have a personal account? I think that Dean and I would absolutely love to hear it."
She looked at Dean and smiled. "Well, Sammy, you want a personal account, you have to earn it. Just like Deannie here did."
Dean started to laugh at his brother's misfortune. Ah, he really stepped in it. She's got us, hook, line, sinker.
"Yeah, Sammy, sing this song."
She laughed again. "No. Not this one. I have a special one in mind for our little Sammy."
Sounds fun. And a little creepy. Wonder what she has up her sleeve?
Sam looked worried. "I have to sing?" He started to dig through his pockets. "How about I just give you a really large tip?"
Dean laughed at his brother's futile attempt. "Sam, I don't think she'll go for it. Although she probably should," He turned to look at her. "Sam is terrible. I can't even let him embarrass himself in the car. Truly, he's horrendous."
She laughed and started to get up. "Then this should truly be fun."
Dean couldn't help but find her mischievous grins irresistible. She had him completely wrapped around her finger. It was almost as if he was transfixed.
Sam leaned in towards Dean over the table and Dean wiped the grin off his face and faced his brother. "Dude, you need to save me! I can't sing worth…, well, I can't sing!"
"And what is it you want me to do? I think I suffered enough before. Take your turn, wuss."
Sam was pleading with his brother now. "Dean, please. Maybe she'll go for a date with you or something as payment."
"Tried it. No go. And she obviously won't take money."
Sam grimaced as he caught a glimpse of Iris behind the counter talking to some of the other waitresses.
"Dean! She looks like she gathering a crowd to watch and listen!" He groaned in his brother's direction and laid his head on the table.
Dean glanced over to where Iris was standing and fiddling with the CD player. He laughed to himself. Ah, this will be fun. If she had me sing 'I'm A Loser' and she has something special for him, I just can't wait to see what she'll have him sing. Ooh, maybe it'll be Metallica or AC/DC!
Iris disappeared in the kitchen and returned to the dining area through the swinging doors. She had the coffee pot in her hand.
"Well, Sam, I wanted to pick a song that you would surely know the words to because I want to hear the whole song this time." She looked directly at Dean as she continued to pour the coffee. "Not just the chorus."
Sam looked disdainfully at their evil waitress. "So what have you chosen? How about, 'Don't Worry, Be Happy'? I know that one. Or maybe 'Iko, Iko', I know that one, too."
She looked at him with clear disappointment. "No, no. Those songs are way to short. At least lyric-wise. I've chosen something longer."
Sam groaned loudly and looked at Dean, who was grinning evilly. "This sucks! Remind me never to let you ask the waitress for info first!"
Dean looked triumphant. "As I recall, Sammy, you told me NOT to flirt with the waitress."
Sam had been defeated. He looked like a balloon that had just been deflated.
"So Iris, what is it that you've chosen for my brother to sing? You have us, well, me at least, in suspense."
She giggled. "Well Dean, I think you'll enjoy this one."
The strains of Foreigner's 'I Want To Know What love Is' came through the diner's tiny, barely audible speakers.
Author's Note: Please review, as I really like new ideas and constructive criticism. No one is perfect, but I do try, lol! I also need to shout out CatBeist's vid (mostly because it gave me the idea)- 'Don't Worry, Be Happy'. Thanks, Beist!
