part 2
"Manger Délicieux." beth read off of her phone.
"that sounds irritably elegant and french." beck groaned.
beth smacked her arm. "you're going to have fun."
they pulled up to the restaurant and dean parked the car.
the girls reached to open their doors.
"stop!" sam exclaimed.
they froze, their fingertips hovering over the door-handles.
sam and dean jumped out of the car and opened the girl's doors.
sam took beth's hand and helped her out of the car.
"thanks sammy." beth grinned, not releasing sam's hand.
dean did the same with beck, but dean put his arm around her waist after she stepped out of the car.
they strolled into the restaurant and dean went up to the counter to confirm the reservation.
he gestured towards the three hanging back and they followed the hostess to a booth.
sam and beth slid into one side of the booth, beck and dean into the other.
sam and beth still had their hands clasped underneath the table.
after they scanned the menu, the waitress, a tall, curvy, redhead approached their table.
"what can i get y'all this fine evening?" she asked in a thick texan accent, her eyes firmly planted on dean.
dean cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"i'll have the ratatouille." he set his hand on beck's thigh. "what'll you have, love?" he asked beck, enunciating 'love'.
the waitress got the hint and tore her eyes from dean.
"i think i'm going to go with the lobster bisque." beck said.
"beth?" sam queried.
"um, the steak frites please." beth said softly.
sam smiled at the waitress and handed the menus back. "the pot au feu, thanks."
"coming right up." the waitress took the menus and headed back to the counter.
"this is nice." sam said.
the other three nodded in agreement.
another waitress passed by their table and dean flagged her down.
"your finest bottle of sauvignon blanc, please."
the waitress nodded and kept on her way to the kitchen.
