"You're the weirdo that hates bacon."


"Dean, help me, she's going to kill meeee!"

Dean awoke with a start on Percy's couch to see the man jump on the loveseat and flop on the other side on the floor, eyes wide and alert. He looked over at the door and nearly screamed when he saw a pissed off, soda-covered May standing at the door holding a menu like it was the most fierce weapon ever made.

At that moment, it might as well have been.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean scrambled up, backing as far away from the woman as possible, "What did you do to her?"

"Me?" Percy peeked his head up over the loveseat to look at him with an affronted look, "What do you think it's m-" He yelped when a menu hit his head and he fell backwards, mouth open in shock, "I… Am going to die."

"You're damn right ya are," The redhead was glaring at the couch the waiter was hiding behind, like she could burn a hole through it at that very moment.

"Wait, wait, no," Dean looked over at the woman, holding his hands up in a placating manner. "He spilt soda on you, right?" He nodded to himself when she looked over in brief surprise, "Yeah, I get it, he's an asshole-" He ignored Percy's insulted shout and continued, "-but he's kind of the only friend I have here and, if you kill him, I'll be a homeless bum again."

May stared at him for a moment before huffing and swinging back some of her soda-covered hair, "Get me a drink and let's talk." When neither man moved, she glared, "Well?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Both scrambled up and ran to the kitchen.

"She's scary," Dean whispered as he reached for a cup in a cabinet.

Percy grabbed the jug of water in the fridge and murmured, "Tell me about it. I've known her for years now and she still scares the shit out of me."

"I'm waiting!"

They quickly made their way back to the living room where May was perched on the loveseat, somehow looking beautiful and dangerous in that moment. She smiled at them and grabbed the drink, taking a sip, "Two hot men serving me. How lucky am I?"

"You're disgusting," Percy snorted, rolling his eyes.

Dean gave a small laugh, "Thanks, I guess. So, you wanted to talk?"

"Yes," She nodded, setting her cup on the coffee table and crossing her legs. "You got the job."

"Seriously?" The Winchester beamed brightly and it made the lady smile while Percy, for some reason, looked caught off-guard. "When do I start?"

She looked at the small watch on her wrist and clicked her tongue, "Twenty minutes. Get dressed." She reached in her purse and brought out an apron, tossing it at the hunter. She pointed a manicured finger at Percy, "You know the dress code. Make sure he follows it."

The black-haired man gave a mock salute, "Yes, ma'am!"

"Good," She got up. "Thank you for the drink. See ya boys at work."

When she left, closing the front door softly behind her, Dean looked over at his friend with wide eyes, "Twenty minutes?"

"Yup," Percy got up, a wide grin on his face. "Come on, I think I got a shirt that can fit ya. You got any slacks?"

"Uh, yeah," He nodded. "I got a couple."

"Great, bring 'em out. Time to get ready for hell- Oops, I'm sorry, I meant work!"

"Your false cheer is killing me."

"Feel the pain."

"Asshole."


Dean was doing fine, all things considered. He took to being a waiter like it was in his blood, easily maneuvering around May and working with Percy like he had been there for years already. His friend was relaxed and easygoing, sometimes barely taking his job seriously and goofing off with the children.

"Hey! Hey! What are ya doing?!"

The Winchester looked up at May's shout to see her glaring at a man that was obviously drunk and staggering around. He had somehow made it into the diner and was harassing the customers, taking their food and hitting on the women. He was going to go up and deal with him when the drunk made a big mistake.

He tried to hit on May.

Percy was there in an instant, his hand around the man's wrist before anyone could even blink and the man could try to cope a feel on the woman's chest. His eyes were cold and his smile frosty and he was tense and ready to strike. No matter how hard he tried, the waiter's hold was like an iron clasp and he struggled uselessly against his hold. "I'm sorry, everyone," Percy looked at the customer before turning to the drunk, scowling. "He was just leaving and never returning. Right?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded, eyes squinted in pain as the hold on his wrist got tighter, "I won't come back, I won't, I swear! Please, let me go!"

Percy stared at the man for a moment before tugging him harshly forward and hissing in his ear, "Ya ever come near my sister again, and I swear I will kill ya slowly and painfully." He pushed him away, "Scram!"

Dean was silent for a moment before he whistled, "Damn, that was cool- unexpected, but cool."

May rolled her eyes, "I can take care of myself, Percy."

Said man just looked at her for a moment before sighing, "I know, May. Trust me, I know. I just… I worry about you."

She smiled softly before walking forward and wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest, "I know, and I love you for that. It's what makes you so amazing."

Percy said something that she didn't seem to catch despite how close she was but Dean could have sworn he heard him whisper "I'm really not. I'm not amazing."

"Let's get back to work," Dean smiled, nudging his friend's arm and placing a hand on May's shoulder, his way of saying that he was glad she was okay.

"Thanks, Dean," She said when Percy walked off to take someone's order. "I saw you walking over," She clarified when the man looked confused.

"Oh," He shrugged. "The guy was an asshole." His eyes flashed, "I'd have killed him if he laid a hand on you."

Something about that statement seemed to make her laugh and Dean wasn't sure why, "Come on, let's get workin' before Percy takes all the tips." She nodded to the side and Dean laughed when he saw his friend talking with an elderly couple, the woman pinching his cheeks and cooing at him while the husband just chuckled in the background.


"Ugh, I'm so tired!" Dean flopped on the couch, groaning into the pillow.

Percy smiled at his friend, undoing his tie from his button-up shirt. He had thrown it on when Dean had made a comment that he was sure his friend would get more tips with it. As it turned out, he made twenty more dollars than he normally would and got more than a few appreciative looks. "You were amazing today."

"Thanks, man," The Winchester smiled, getting up and taking off his boots, placing them by the door. "Can't wait for tomorrow. I actually like the job."

"Good," The black-haired man nodded. "Come on, I got some food we can heat up for tonight. Tomorrow we got to go grocery shopping before we head to work."

"'Kay," Dean nodded and followed his friend in the kitchen.

They didn't talk about much in that moment and was just content to eat their food and ramble about random things.

They didn't talk about Dean's obvious paranoia.

They didn't talk about how Percy avoided as much physical contact as possible unless it was from May and, surprisingly, Dean.

They didn't talk about how Dean never knew how to deal with an angry father in the diner.

They didn't talk about how Percy couldn't seem to find the ability to talk to a mother without wanting to cry.

They didn't talk about how neither actually talked more about their family since their talk yesterday.

Both didn't need to talk about that because, right now, everything was fine and they didn't need harsh reality to fall on their shoulders just yet. No, it could wait for tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

"Time for bed," Percy yawned, tossing his fork in the sink and throwing his plastic plate away. "I'll wake ya up tomorrow to get ready. Night, Dean."

The Winchester nodded sleepily, making his way to his room, "Night, Perce."

He missed the man's look of surprise.


Turns out, neither man actually bothered to set an alarm and it took May breaking into their apartment and manhandling them into clothes for them to get to work fairly on time. While Dean was barely functioning, Percy was practically growling at everyone, eyes dark and a scowl on his face. Dean wasn't sure what was going on until May rolled her eyes and handed him a cup of steaming cup of coffee, holding another out for the Winchester.

The second Percy took a sip of his drink, his eyes lightened and his smile returned. He was all sunshine and rainbows and it seemed to lighten up the customer's' days, too.

Dean drank some of his and sighed, "Yes. I'm allliiive!"

"Dorks," May rolled her eyes and walked off, but not before smacking the hunter on the back of the head with a menu.

Percy was in the middle of taking a woman's order when he froze and screamed, "I forgot to get groceries!"

The woman jumped but smiled fondly, shaking her head like she should have known this would happen, "You should see if you can get off early. The commissary's closing at six today."

"Damn, seriously?" He wrote something on his notepad, looking at the blonde, "You want your usual, right?"

She seemed surprised, "You remembered?"

"Yeah," He snorted, shrugging. "You're the weirdo that hates bacon. Anyways, your order will be out in a few minutes."

"Thank you."

"So," Dean looked over at his friend. "What are we going to do."

"We are going to disappear." Percy grinned and turned to the back door, "Boss-"

"Just go already," The man said, voice muffled. "I can't deal with your shit. You and Dean better be gone in the next ten seconds before I beat your asses."

"Love you, too!" The black-haired man laughed before grabbing the Winchester's wrist and tugging him towards the door. "Bye, Bacon Hater," He called before dashing out the door.

"Am I ever going to see the big man?" Dean wondered as the two got inside the Impala.

Percy shrugged, "I don't know, probably. I only talked to him a handful of times but he says I'm like the son he never asked for so, yeah. I mean, he seems to be warming up to you. Don't worry, he'll come out of his cave one of these days. I broke his coffee machine yesterday when I went to use the bathroom."

Dean should have felt bad for snickering but, at the moment, he didn't care.