"Hi Dean, Ronnie." A young waitress sighed. "Don't worry; it's de-caf'." She winked, pouring us both some coffee. Everyone knew. Everyone knew me. How could I pull this off? She moved on.
"Do I still work at Bennets?" I asked.
"No, you gave that up to chase the band. When that bombed you became a promoter. You still are."
"Fuck... I just lost seven years of job experience."
He laughed. "I forgot how much you used to swear; we went cold turkey after Robbie was born."
"Guess I'll have to work on that. So Sam is at the house with him?"
"You remember Sam?"
Shit. He didn't know about the tv thing. "I heard you speak to him on the phone." I knotted my brows together. That sufficed. "Is he close to you?"
"He's my brother."
"Tell me about our lives."
"What do you want to know?"
"Start from right now and work back. Where the fuck are we to start."
"Sioux Falls. We live in my Uncle's House. He passed away before we met and you, your brother and your dad helped me and Sam clean the place up. I've taken over his car salvage business, when I'm not on the road."
"What do you do on the road?"
"Hunt demons, and anything else trying to kill people without a good reason. I used to do it twenty four seven, you even joined me for a while. It helped when Sam decided he needed to be normal for a while."
"Was I any good at it?"
"After a while." He smirked. "We stopped when we found out you were pregnant."
I spied the ring on his finger. I'd noticed my own; two titanium promises. Plain and perfect. How I knew they were titanium was beyond me.
"When did this happen?" I held up my hand and wriggled my ring finger.
"Six years ago."
"That was fast."
"Couldn't let you disappear on me."
That was sweet. I smiled at him. "So we moved to Bobby's when I got pregnant."
"Not right away. After a few fights about you hunting at all."
"How long was that?"
"Five months."
"Crazy." I smiled.
"You are."
"Then we moved and my family helped with the house."
"Exactly."
"I can't say this is bringing back any memories for me. These are just facts. Logical jumps to conclusions... Tell me about Robbie being born."
"You had him in there." He pointed outside to the Impala. How the fuck do you take that kind of information? "We tried to reach the hospital but the car decided otherwise. Ambulance arrived twenty minutes after you had him. I hunt monsters and that was the scariest thing I've been through."
I smiled. It must have been.
"How old is he?"
"Nearly four."
I tried to take it all in. We ordered breakfast. Full fry up for Dean and a toasty for me.
"What did we do last night?"
"I came home in the afternoon. I've been in Colorado for two weeks, so I called you up and told you I'd get Robbie from nursery. We came back, got washed and went out for food. At home Robbie passed out and we ..." he grinned into his next forkful.
"Was it good?"
He winked, "Always is."
As awesome as it is for someone to look at you like he looked at me, I was instantly nervous. As far as I was concerned, I'd never had sex with him. As least my being pregnant didn't put him off.
We left the diner with his arm over my shoulders. It was something he'd done as we left so naturally, and that I myself found I was used to. But how?