Allright ladies and gentlemen! I'm willing to bet that you've been wondering how they met, so here it is. Haha. I don't own the Winchesters, just Claudia the smartass:) Read and review yo.
as always, Liz k.
I gotta say, contrary to popular belief, walking through that warm light and into heaven is the hardest thing you'll ever do. There's so much holding you back, people, things you have to finish, and loved ones you'll miss. For me, I thought about my dad and my brother, who will be wrecked. I thought about my boss, who was gonna have to replace me with someone totally unqualified… and the Winchesters.
I thought about Dean and Sam, and how they'll blame themselves for my death, when really, they couldn't have stopped me from going on that hunt if they tied me to my bed. It's all too complex to try and explain now, so I'll start from the beginning.
It was September of 1996 and I was having an extremely awful day to begin with. It was a Sunday and nothing was going right. Sundays are always the worst because it's calm until everyone gets out of church, so when you live in a small town with at least four of em, you end up with too many people driving around at once. Everyone and their damn dog wants to eat, but the thing is, nobody wants to cook. It was almost noon and the church crowd had died down to one or two regulars who usually just sit down for a cup of coffee at the main street café and head on their way. Sometimes in a small town like LeRoy, people traveling through stop and grab lunch and leave. Most people who live have been around for too long and just never escaped.
I had just finished up my shift and grabbed a piece of toast from sandy, the cook, when they walked in the front door. Anyone else watching them would classify them as shady, but I knew who they were from the moment he touched the doorknob. They were hunters like me and my brother and dad. I could tell by the way they walked and how the man, who looked to be the father of the two boys, scoped out the room. For a hunter, just finding a booth to sit at a diner is a science, because to us, trouble is everywhere.
The older son, who had to be around seventeen, the same age as me, looked like he'd just woken up after a long ride in the car ride. He had short cut brown hair and green eyes. The visible animosity between the younger son and his father told me that the two had been arguing about something, and he was far from dropping the subject.
Madi, the other waitress whose shift started ten minutes ago, was still outside having a smoke. So I grabbed my pen and book off of the cash register and went to take their orders. The younger one was flipping through the menu and the older one had a look on his face like he'd known what he was going to order the moment he stepped through the door, therefore, he didn't bother touching the menu.
His father was rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and looked like he needed serious caffeine; so on my way to their table, I grabbed a mug and the thing of coffee.
As I stepped up to the booth, I put on a nice smile and inwardly cursed at Madi for not getting her butt back in here so I could get out of this joint and go home. I've been here since before we opened and I had other work I needed to do.
"Hello. How are we doing today?" I asked and poured coffee into the father's cup, which he quickly thanked me for.
"It's all good hot stuff," grinned the older son as he looked me up and down.
I wasn't all that surprised. I'm not cocky about my looks, but I gotta say, I'm a fairly cute 125 pound 5'4 brunette with a pretty face. Dark brown eyes that grab attention like a gun in a train station. Yep… this has happened before. Like I said, I wasn't surprised. My guess was that he was just as aware of his looks as I was about mine.
"Heh. I bet. What can I get you babe?" I said to the younger one, who blushed and looked over at his older brother with a wide grin on his face.
"I'll have… uh… the biscuits with gravy and a glass of orange juice," he said as he tried to hold back the laughter.
"All right. What about you… … hot stuff," I mimicked to his brother, who was sulking in his chair like he'd been shot out of the sky.
"Not hungry anymore," he said through gritted teeth, CLEARLY pissed.
"Aw Dean… eat something," his father said to his coffee cup, then looked up at me," He'll have a cheeseburger with fries, and a Pepsi. Nothing for me."
"Gotcha… I'll be back with those Drinks," I told him as I re-filled his coffee cup and walked away, grinning the whole way back to the kitchen.
