Back To You
By: ezzymay12
October 2, 2009: Dean
Zoë's store.
"Well thank you I can't wait to start on…" Dean dragged having forgotten the date. He look up to the rather plump women with inquisitive eyes.
"Thursday." Zoë reminded. Taking in the rather risqué employee.
"Thursday." Dean smiled. He knew she disliked him but as long as she was desperate enough to give him the job he would not refuse. He winked at his new ginger haired boss and clasped the work attire she provided. With some passing fare wells he strode out with a new job and a clear mind. Now his mother would stop bothering him about an occupation and he could pay for his charcoal 67 impala, finally. He continued up to the front of the store to find himself face to face with her. Mia Rose, what the hell was she doing here? He let his eyes appraise her appealing form whilst she hummed to her self. She was still gorgeous and so confident in her stature. He had always admired that; her conformability with her self, she never changed for someone. Today her attire was simple, a navy blue cami, grey cardigan, and dark skinny jeans. Along with the usual necklace, earrings, and a ring or two. But in Dean's opinion when a girl had a face and body like Mia's they could be stunning in anything. Her mocha eyes flickered up in a startling manner. After noticing him her face dropped right away. He smirked at her, stuffing his hand in his pockets for their daily fight.
"Rose my darling looking lovely as ever." He mused watching the irritation bubble.
"Collins, get out of my store." Mia demanded fierce rays bursting from her. Dean grinned she always tried to be so tough around him, it was cute. He felt the need to push her a little today, so he grinned and waltzed around her in a circle almost as if he were examining her until returning to his original point.
"A little feisty today aren't we Mia. So much so that you don't see you minor mistake on the truth that this has and shall never likely be your store." Dean corrected watching the irritation grow.
"Now that was not my mishap but rather yours…in fact you have two mishaps on your all to deformed part. One my aunt owns this store so yes I indeed have some sort of ownership as well. And two I have told you time and time again do not call me Mia. En yet though those warnings have been served to you many a time and you still manage to sneak that in, which somehow still astounds me to this day." Mia spoke strongly, finally feeling some sort of safeness in this place and predicament. Dean loved when she got intense and intellectual with her words though they may be of insult it never lessened the jolly feeling she gave. But this is something new indeed she works here and in fact his boss here happens to be her aunt. Dean smiled this should be one hell of a ride.
"So I astound you really, well who would have thought." Dean teased leaning against the wall.
"Yes Dean you do, and the most mind blowing thing yet I would say is your ability to care for no one other than your scrawny little self." Mia challenged her eyes in slits as they board into his. He kept calm outside but was crumbling within. He knew he could be an ass hole sometimes, but he thought she knew better, that things weren't what they appear. He thought she knew that of all the things Dean really did care for, Mia would be forever his number one. And that no amount of fights could alter that truth.
"You know better than many that I care a great deal, Mia." Dean hissed through clenched teeth. Dean stood up from his position to step closer to her, his eyes pleading to let her see the real Dean, the one she knew. Mia took a deep breath and turned away.
"Why are you here anyway?" She sighed. Moving around shampoo bottles in the display.
"Well Mia my dear co worker if you have not guessed I am a new employee in this establishment." Dean announced to lighten the mood within the small store. Her eyes widened at this realization and a small pout appeared on to her face.
"You, you were the one I told the directions too." She stated. She was the one under the counter he collected. Dean would be working with Mia every day, Jesus. This would kill him, it was official he knew what the cause of his death would be….the beauty that was Mia Rose.
"You have to quit!" Mia demanded as her only solution to the problem.
"Hell no! Why don't you quit, my parents will not let me quit this job."
"I can't quit idiot, it's my aunts store." Mia replied rolling hers eyes at him.
"Well fuck that I'm staying so your just going to have to deal!" Mia's coffee orbs widened. Dean backed away swiftly with his arms spread and his ocean eyes never leaving her form. "Sorry that it went down this way babe but I got to go." He smiled. "Lunch date with Susan or Sally or something like that." Dean's back pushed against the door finally turning around and waltzed out never turning back. He knew she was pissed, and that was the reason for his smile for the next one and a half hour of his retched date.