The little bell attached to the front door of The Falcon rang as Dean pushed the door open, holding it open for me. I smiled at him and thanked him, stepping into the café, Dean following me. The Falcon was like another home base for us. As Dean and I approached the counter, we spotted Molly leaning up against it as Ethan kissed her. He had his hands on her hips as she giggled and then returned to the kiss. Dean and I exchanged glances.
"Well, well, well. Come you guys, PDA is so seventh grade." I teased.
Ethan and Molly pulled away from each other and looked at me and Dean. Ethan said, "Oh, hey guys!" Trying not to seem embarrassed or flushed.
"Ethan, you dog you!" Dean congratulated. I exchanged glances with Molly and the both of us rolled our eyes.
"Kiss me, fiancé. They're doing it," I said melodramatically, turning to Dean. Dean, going along with it, grabbed me in his arms, pulling me close to him in one motion and then kissing me passionately. I giggled and then pulled away from him.
"So how's your morning going?" I asked, taking Dean's hand and standing by him.
"Oh, this is me. I'll be right back though," Molly said, getting her phone out of her purse and starting for the door.
"It's been an early morning for me. I got home late last night and crashed," Ethan replied.
"Yeah, we just about woke up. We stayed up a little too late last night watching Whose Line," Dean said.
I giggled, "But it was worth it."
"Is that supposed to be an euphemism for…?" Ethan asked.
"No!" I exclaimed, laughing. "No, we really did stay up watching Whose Line and then just kinf of fell asleep after that."
"Hey, Dean, Meredith! Good to see you two. Hey boys, I just got back from the store. David's too busy cooking. Will you two help me with the groceries?" Andrea asked, busily.
"Yeah, we got it, Mom," Ethan said.
"Sure," Dean added. And then it was just me. I sat down on one of the counter stools and scanned over a menu. There really hadn't been much change since I was here in high school but there was no harm in looking over it.
"Hey," I heard a voice say. I turned around and smiled as soon as I saw that it was Sam.
"Hey, yourself. I'm glad that you came this morning. How are you?" I asked.
Sam smiled a quick smile back at me, "I'm fine. I slept well last night. Do you want to grab a booth?"
"That sounds great," I said. I followed Sam to a table in a booth with a checker board and two menus laying there. "Sweet, you picked the booth with the checker board. We gonna play?"
"Hell yeah. But let me warn you, I'm pretty damn good at checkers," Sam said, challengingly. I laughed.
"Alright, alright, Winchester. We'll see. Just so you know, I'm pretty damn good at checkers myself," I replied, nudging him playfully. We slid into the booth and sat down.
"You're so on," Sam said.
When Dean and Ethan returned, Sam and I were well into our checkers game. Sam and I were both playfully competitive so it was really fun.
"King me, Sam. Yep, that ties us," I gloated.
"Please, I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve still," Sam replied. We both exchanged laughter as Ethan and Dean slid into the booth next to us.
"Hey, where have you two been?" I asked, taking my attention away from the game for a couple of seconds.
"Well we helped Mom and then your future husband and I had a little talk outside. I gotta make sure this guy is good enough for you. You know the drill," Ethan said, shrugging at the end. I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully.
"After all the years you've known each other?" I asked, skeptically.
"I'm the best friend. It's what I have to do," Ethan replied.
"What'd he say to you?" I asked Dean.
"Nothing, we had a nice chat," Dean replied. I narrowed his eyes at him, playfully glaring at him when I heard a noise.
"King me!" Sam exclaimed. "Yes!"
"What?" I groaned, returning my attention to the game.
"Yep, and that puts who in the lead? Me," Sam said, pointing to himself. Even though he was beating me, it was good to see Sam happy. It reminded me of those prank wars that Dean and Sam would pull on each other. They were having fun. Sam was having fun. Sam deserved to have some fun.
"You suck," I grumbled, giving him one of the checker pieces that I had taken from him. He put it on top of one of his pieces and smiled smugly. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled a little.
"I guess I should've told you that Sammy's really good at checkers, baby," Dean said, slipping his arm around me.
"It's one piece!" I defended. Sam chuckled, shaking his head.
"Sorry, I need to go over to the store for a little bit. Erin called and apparently is having some crisis. I'll see you guys later. Sorry to run out like this," Molly said, coming into the café. "Bye, I'll see you later." She kissed Ethan quickly and then waved goodbye to the rest of us before marching out of the café in a hurry.
"Hey babe, can you get me a water?" I asked, looking over at Dean.
"Sure," Dean replied, kissing my cheek and then getting out of the booth.
"Wow," Sam said.
"What?" I asked back.
"No, no, it's just… I'm impressed. You've really got him… in the palm of your hand, to put it nicely," Sam replied, looking at Dean, thoroughly amused.
"Well we had a pretty heavy conversation last night. Brought us closer I guess," I said.
"No, I think he's always been like that. He loves you a lot, you know that? I haven't seen him this happy in… well, since high school, about this sort of thing. You've got him playing the good husband," Sam replied.
"I feel the same about him… speaking of… have you found anything yet? About getting Dean out of the deal?" I asked, curiously. I lowered my voice, so that no one would be able to overhear our conversation. If it were an eavesdropper, that'd be awkward and if it were Dean, then he'd probably kill us both.
"No luck yet. I've been looking though, I swear. I want this as much as you do," Sam said.
"I know you do," I replied.
"I'm back. Here's your water. What do I look like? A Hooter's waitress?" Dean asked, setting my water on the table. Sam chuckled.
"Actually yes. You've got the whole good service and hot thing going on," I smirked.
"Mm, maybe I should think about a career change," Dean said.
"Maybe," I said back, leaning and kissing him once.
"So who's winning?" Dean asked.
"Me!" Sam exclaimed happily.
"Sam," I groaned.
"Hey, guys, what'll you have?" Blake asked, coming over to the table with a notepad and pen. I smiled a friendly smile at her and she gave me a little wave.
"Um, I'll have the special with bacon and eggs," Sam ordered.
"Make that two but with sausage instead," Dean added.
"Hm… I'm feeling the garden omelet today," I said.
"Great, coming right up," Blake said, politely.
"Thanks," we all said back.
"Oh, and Meredith, I wanted to say that I love your class. I'm not a huge Mark Twain fan but you make it interesting. Even some of the kids that hate English really like your class. But I just wanted to tell you that your class is great. It's also really weird calling you Miss Summers," Blake said.
"Aw, well thanks, Blake. I'm really glad you like the class. I have a lot of fun teaching it. And yeah, don't worry about that. You only have to call me Miss Summers in class," I replied, chuckling a little.
"Haha, okay. I'm almost done with the reading for this weekend though," she said.
"Great. Well, I can't wait to talk about it in class then," I replied.
"Me too," she smiled, before leaving our table.
"Wow, you must be some teacher. Even the kids that don't like English like you," Sam complimented, nodding his head in approval.
"Yeah, they like you. Stupid horny high school boys…" Dean grumbled.
"Huh?" Sam asked, looking over to me.
"He thinks that all high school boys are horny and that they'll come on to me and that for some odd reason that they're an actual threat to him. He's just jealous," I explained to Sam, teasing Dean a little.
"It's true! I was a high school boy once. I know how they think!" Dean protested.
I chuckled, "You kind of still are, baby."
"It's so true," Sam agreed. Dean just glared at the both of us.
Later towards the end of breakfast, I got a text from Molly reading: 911. The store, now. I rushed over there as soon as I could and now I was at the store. I practically tore the door open as I stormed into the store.
"Hey, is everything ok?" I asked, anxious.
"Yeah, I uh, the emergency at the store is… now taken care of. I'm glad you're here," Molly said, smiling.
"Wait, but you made it seem like there was some big thing going on. What's… what're you up to, Molly?" I asked suspiciously, catching on to the fact that she had something up her sleeve.
"Okay, okay!" she said as if she were confessing. "It wasn't a complete emergency. This is why I had to rush out early so I could surprise you. I just needed you to be here ASAP though because I honestly can't wait."
"Wait for what?" I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.
"Those, dummy," Molly said, pointing to the mannequins in the middle of the room that were covered up with black fabric. She came behind me and covered my eyes with her hand. "Erin, would you please do the honors?" There was a sound of fabric ruffling and then Molly finally uncovered my eyes.
"Wh-," I said. I was speechless. I got that warm, fuzzy feeling that people got during those sentimental moments. My jaw dropped a little bit and I started to smile.
"Surprise! I know it's like… three weeks before the wedding and I am a terrible person for not finishing anything before but it's all done. Everything. I wanted to present to you all at the same time. These are the bridesmaids' dresses and this one is yours!"Molly squealed, excitedly.
"Oh my God, Molly they're beautiful… all of them," I said, still in awe. I slowly over to my dress and reached up to touch it. The bridesmaids' dresses were a blue short charmeuse dress with a ruched waist (.com/Product_Short-Charmeuse-Dress-with-Ruched-Waist-and-Pocket-83707_Bridal-Party-Bridesmaids-Short-Bridesmaid-Dresses). My wedding dress on the other hand left me breathless. It was a chiffon white a-line gown with a ruched bodice and beaded straps and there was a veil hanging on the mannequin. (.com/Product_Chiffon-Gown-with-Ruched-Bodice-and-Beaded-Straps-WG3261_Bridal-Gowns-Shop-By-Style-Destination)
"You are going to make such a beautiful bride," Molly smiled.
"Molly, how can I ever thank you for this?" I asked.
"You already have. You've said thank you already a bajillion times and well, I don't want to get all mushy or anything but you gave me a true friend when I needed one. And you and Dean deserve your happy ending before his time is up,"Moly said.
"Aw, Molly," I said.
"Oh, no, we are not going to do this right now,"Molly said, trying not to tear up.
I chuckled, "The boys would be laughing at us by now."
Molly nodded in agreement, "I know. Dean would grumbled something about chick-flicks and Ethan would huge me and say something about what a girl I was."
Well, thank you so much. I really can't thank you enough. It's a beautiful dress and… it's really amazing, Molly."
"You're welcome," she smiled. "I just want to see my best friend get married to the man she loves. I would've been hurt if you hadn't asked me to design it!"
I chuckled, "Come here. We're hugging this out."
"Agreed," Molly said, hugging me. "Okay, now you have to try it on!"
"Now?" I asked.
"Yeah," Molly replied, in a 'well duh' tone in her voice.
"Um, okay," I said. Molly helped me get into the dress and it fit perfectly. The fabric was soft against my skin and it was perfect.
"Wow, you're going to make a beautiful bride," Molly said, grinning widely.
"Thank you so much. Molly, I really don't know what to say…" I said back.
"You don't have to say anything," Molly replied.
