Disclaimer: I don't own HP or SPN.

So this fic is mainly set in S4 after Dean goes to Hell but occasionally I will jump forward or back (like in this prompt). Also, I hate the 'jealous waitress' stereotype. It's petty and immature (definitely not looking at anything specific no I'm not looking at Twilight why do you ask).

4. On a date

"Come on, Dean!" Ginny tugged Dean in the direction of the diner, narrowing her eyes when he resisted. "I said, come on! It's just a date!"

"Yeah and what if I screw it up?" Dean said, reluctantly letting Ginny pull him along. "Then what?"

"Then we forget it ever happened and remain best friends," Ginny said calmly. "Harry and I broke up years ago and we're still the best of friends. And if we never do this, we'll never know."

"I hate you," Dean muttered, holding the door open. Ginny flashed him a cheeky smile as she passed.

"I know," she replied brightly. "Come on, Dean! We're all so worried about what the demons are doing and what Sam's visions mean and why your dad would tell you that you might have to kill him. I'm not saying that stuff isn't important but doesn't it feel good to just relax for a night?"

Dean raised his eyebrows at her as they slid into a booth.

"You're never gonna get me to say that you're right so stop trying," he said.

"I'll take that as a confession," Ginny grinned. Dean rolled his eyes, so she reached over and swatted him around the head. "Stop doing that, you prat!"

"One of these days, you're going to say some bit of slang that I actually understand," Dean said dryly.

"How do you think I feel?" Ginny retorted. "I was always under the impression that ass meant donkey and was the American version of arse! Not – you know…"

Dean smirked at her. Ginny felt the sudden urge to kiss that smirk right off his face but resisted. She'd only just managed to coax him out on this date. No need to scare him off just yet!

When a waitress called Tamsin with a little too much cleavage came over to take their orders, Ginny didn't miss how her eyes roamed over Dean and how she smiled just that bit brighter at him. The redhead had to resist the urge to kick Tamsin in the shins, knowing that it would probably turn Dean off (even if he did laugh his arse off). And besides, Dean wasn't even looking anywhere lower than Tamsin's face so Ginny supposed that she could let this one slide.

She'd always had a tiny problem with jealousy. Even Michael said so when they'd been dating.

"And what will you have?" Tamsin asked Ginny chirpily. Ginny was mildly impressed that Tamsin's smile didn't dim or that she didn't subtly treat Ginny like a lesser human being and so she gave the waitress a bright smile back and ordered a burger with fries.

"It's not like you ever get anything else," Dean smirked as Tamsin left them. Ginny glowered and punched him on the arm.

"They're bloody brilliant!" she said defensively. "I never knew that Muggles had such delicious food!"

The rest of the date went perfectly, though Ginny knew that to both her and Dean this meant boring. She racked her brains for something to do that Dean would be interested in before deciding to just let Dean pick what to do.

"Don't worry," she told him. "This is just dinner. After this, we can go wherever you want."

Dean raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything and thanked Tamsin when she returned with their food. They ate in silence, though it was surprisingly comfortable; Ginny supposed that knowing someone for several years eliminated any awkwardness from a mutual silence. After their meal, Ginny went to pay and also bought one of their cherry pies, feeling very proud of herself when she handled the Muggle money perfectly. She'd known how Muggle money worked for a while but she never failed to feel proud whenever she managed to use Muggle things correctly.

"Come on," she said to Dean, following him out of the diner. "We've eaten so what do you want to do?"

"How about a drive?" Dean said, running a loving hand over the front of his car – the hood, Ginny remembered. Dean had been thrilled when she'd asked him to show her how cars worked and she had eagerly soaked up every little bit of information and then wrote a massive letter to her father. The reply she'd gotten back had been nothing short of ecstatic.

"Sure!" Ginny said happily. "So long as we can go fast!" Going fast in the Impala felt like being on a broom and Ginny had always loved flying!

"How else would we go?" Dean smirked. "Hop in."

"Isn't it your job to hold the door open for me?" Ginny teased as she slid into the front passenger seat.

"You're perfectly capable of doing that yourself, Gin."

"Yes but we're on a date, remember? You have to be a gentleman and treat me like a lady."

Dean raised his eyebrows, still smirking.

"You're one of the least ladylike people I know," he said. Ginny scowled at him and punched him on the arm. "Hey! Not when I'm driving, jackass!"

"Just shut up and speed up, prat."

"Of course, milady."

Grinning mockingly, Dean's foot pushed the gas pedal almost to the floor and the Impala shot down the road like a bullet or a spell. Ginny whooped, throwing her hands up.

"Woo hoo!" she hollered. Dean's grin widened and the Impala sped up even more. Finally, the car began to slow down and Dean eventually pulled over to the side of the road, still grinning madly at her.

"How was that?" he said.

"That was amazing!" Ginny burst out, relishing the feeling of adrenaline surging through her and her racing heartbeat. In that moment, with his gorgeous grin and sparkling green eyes (and Ginny had always had a weakness for green eyes), Dean looked absolutely irresistible and Ginny couldn't help herself. Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed his shirt, pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his. Dean immediately froze, so Ginny pulled away nervously.

"Dean?" she said. "Did I –"

Dean cut her off by cupping her face and kissing her. Ginny melted into the kiss, tasting beer and pie and something that she couldn't identify but just tasted so…Dean.

"Wow," she said quietly when they pulled back for air. "You've been holding out on me, Winchester!"

Dean just smirked, toying with a lock of Ginny's bright red hair.

"Loads more where that came from, Weasley," he said. "How about you kiss me again and I'll show you?"