Better Off

Chapter Three: Trust Issues

"Sammy, wake up. We're here."

"What?"

"Tecumseh. We're actually in Adrian, but according to your map, it's just a couple miles south of Tecumseh."

"You looked at a map?"

Dean glared at his little brother, "So?"

Sam shook his head and laughed at his brother's defensiveness, "Nothing."

--

The brunette girl stood behind the counter putting freshly baked apple pie out while an older woman unlocked the door and changed the sign in the restaurant to read "OPEN."

Within only a few minutes, the first customers of the day arrived--Sam and Dean Winchester. The brunette greeted them. "Two?"

"Uh, yeah," Dean gave her a look-over while she walked them to a booth.

"Can I start you off with drinks?" she handed them two menus.

"Water," said Sam.

"Coke."

"We have Pepsi here, sorry."

"That's fine then," Dean gave her his trademark smirk.

The waitress returned the smile and went back behind the counter.

"The waitress--" Sam began to say, but Dean cut him off.

"Is totally hot."

"Dean, stop it for one second. That's the girl from my vision," he said in a serious tone.

The waitress came back with their drinks, interrupting their conversation.

"Water for you, Sam, and a Pepsi for Dean."

"Wait...what'd you say? You know our names?" Sam said, surprised.

"Yeah...Ellen told me," she said, caught off guard.

Dean realized, "You're Amy."

She laughed, "That I am."

"What's funny about that?" Dean replied, sounding almost hurt.

"Name-tag."

"Right. I knew that..."

"So do you two know what you want to order?"

"Let's start off with some onion rings, then when you come back we can...chat," Dean had to restrain himself from winking at her.

"Alrighty then," she replied.

Sam watched her walk away. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something odd about her.

"I don't trust her," Sam finally said.

"What? You said yourself that you saw her try to save my life. What's not to trust about that?"

"I know, but I just have this...feeling," Sam paused. "Like there's more to it than that, Dean."

--

"I get off my shift in a couple of hours, here's the address to my house. There is a key taped to the bottom of my mailbox," Amy said, handing a napkin with her address to Dean.

Sam gave her a fake smile, while Dean gave her more of a genuine one. Both of their feelings towards her were quite obvious, but she didn't say anything else.

--

"You don't trust her, yet she trusts us with a key to her house," Dean said, pulling the tape off of the spare key.

Sam just looked at him as they both walked onto the porch.

Dean unlocked the door and the two walked in.

"How does she afford this working as a waitress?" Sam looked around, his suspicions only growing.

Dean glanced over at his brother momentarily, "We'll just have to ask her that when she gets off work. Until then, I'm gonna watch some T.V."


Author's Note- I definately wasn't expecting this much of a response. This story already has nearly as many views as one of my big PotC ones, and more reviews and chapter alerts than some of my other stories too. I'm definately glad that people like it so far. I hope people will like where I'm planning on taking this. Reviews, and constructive criticism, are very much welcome.