Prompt: I Like The South
Prompter: -none-
Spoilers: season 2-ish. Set in the Old South. Think Georgia or Alabama.
Rating: PG for language. D for Dean being, well, Dean
I Like The South
Dean pulled up to the gas station and got out. Sam was asleep in the passenger seat and he needed to fill his baby up. Not to mention his stomach. He swiped the fake credit card (a Mr. Ronald J. Dio) through the machine and set the pump to automatic. With a quick look in the passenger seat one more time, Dean stepped off the curb and walked inside the station.
He strolled through the aisles, grabbing a bag of chips here, a protein bar there. He went to the fridge section and grabbed the green tea Sam liked so much and a cup of coffee for him. It saw the beer near by.
Still too early for beer... Dammit.
He shrugged his shoulders and headed to the checkout counter. A girl, brunette, popped her gum loudly. She looked bored. But he noticed her shirt... or lack there of. It was summer, so tank tops were fine in a gas station. Apparently ones that left nothing to the imagination.
Maybe... Dean thought, his downstairs brain beginning to think a little more than his upstairs one.
He put on his best grin and schmoozed.
"Hey there," he said, still smiling. Sam would call it his idiot smile, but it charmed the ladies. So that's where it counted. The girl batted her eyes and looked him over. Once. Twice. A third time, it was just gratuitous.
"Hey there." She snapped her gum again. "Ready for me to ring you up?"
Dean leveled his gaze. "I'm ready for anything," he said, his grin half-cocked.
"Oh!" she giggled. Maybe she's a little too giggly, but whatever.
A few more minutes of bantering back and forth (plus a number to call later), Dean walked out with a free armful of junk food.
When he got back into the car, Sam awoke, rubbing his eyes.
"Sammy, I love the South."
