A/N: I no nothing about cars and how they work. Thank you for your reviews, favorites and follows! I hope you enjoy this chapter! ^^ I'm gonna try and post a chapter twice a week. Maybe Mondays and Fridays... We'll see! :D

Chapter 2 – A very bad working afternoon

He was late. Late for work, that is.

His boss was going to get angry at him… But not really. Bobby Singer once had been a good friend of John Winchester, and he because of old times' sake, he let Dean work at his mechanic repair shop.

He ran his way down the street to find Bobby under a car.

"Sorry Bobby!" Dean said as soon as he got there. "Mr. Lafitte asked me to stay after second period."

"It's okay, idjit, but next time try to be here on time! These cars aren't going to fix themselves!"

Dean smiled fondly at Bobby. He liked Bobby. He was family. Bobby was there when everything went down and he was there to help Dean get everything get back together again. When Dean was four, his mother died in a house fire. His dad was too depressed to help his own kids –Sammy was just two years old- get ready for the world. So Dean started becoming more and more like the Man of the house, while his father got the position of Drunk of the house. So Dean raised Sam and helped him understand what life was about. He was both the father and the mother to Sam. John still had his job, but he was drunk most of the time, therefore when the pay check got to him he would spend it on booze. When Dean was old enough, he begged Bobby to let him help at the car repair shop he owned, and the poor old man couldn't say no. He started to become part of their lives and soon Dean would ask him for help when their dad tried to steal Dean's money. Bobby was somehow their 'uncle' but he was also more than just that.

He got to work and soon he felt at ease again. He had always felt that when he was under the hood of a car.

Bobby told him he needed to go get something from the supply house and let Dean alone in repair shop.

Dean was only working for one more hour there and then he was heading to The Roadhouse.

While he was trying to change the oils of the car, a bell rang so he went to help the client.

As soon as he reached the door he stopped.

Shit. There were three guys from his school. He wasn't friends with any of them –in fact he was only friends with two people at school: Jo Harvelle and Charlie Bradbury- actually one of the guys was from his History class.

"Is anyone where?" The taller one asked.

Dean gulped. He started walking towards them and stopped. They turned around to find Dean standing behind them.

The one with black hair smirked.

"Well, well, well… If it ain't Mr. Winchester who we have here…"

Dean was known in the whole school as Mr. Winchester. Why you ask, thinking that he is just a nerd who doesn't have friends and is mocked more than anyone ever should. Because every single person in school who has classes with him gets him in trouble and the teachers always refer to Dean as 'Mr. Winchester' so that was how he was known in middle school, and that name has stuck with him ever since.

"Can I help you?" Dean asked trying to sound professional.

"Yes, in fact, I hope you can. My car isn't working. And I need it to work. So do your dirty little job and make it work."

"Of course." At least they weren't insulting him… Just the job.

He got himself to do the job and started looking under the hood of the car. Everything was just fine with the car. That was except for the engine. There was a cable missing its usual place. He put it correctly and got to the boys again.

"It should be working now." He said quietly.

The owner of the car laughed.

"You heard that Alastair? It should be working now. Why won't you go try it, Alastair?"

Alastair laughed and grabbed the keys.

"Let's see if it is working." He got inside the car and turned the engine on. The car made a sweet purr and was working.

Dean smiled.

"See that, Crowley? It's working!" Alastair mocked.

Crowley grinned.

"Yeah it is… We need to head back now." He said as he started walking into the car.

"Hey!" Dean said, walking fast to grab Crowley's jacket. "Aren't you going to pay?"

The guys just laughed.

"Why would we pay you?" Azazel asked with malice in his tone.

Dean was getting angrier and angrier by the second. He did his job and now he wanted his money. It was simple as that.

"You have to pay me. I did my job, now it's your turn!" He said angry.

But the boys only laughed, and got inside Crowley's car.

"Come on!" He said to them, as they started the car and drove away.

You're such an idiot, Winchester! You should have known better!

Bobby decided to show up again and saw Dean standing there.

"I don't pay you to look around, you idjit." But when he reached Dean's side, he stopped. He saw how angry Dean looked. "What happened, boy?"

Dean's eyes met Bobby's.

"Some guys from school asked me to check their car and went away without paying."

Bobby seemed to understand. He patted Dean's back.

"We've got a camera, I'll report them to the police and they will pay, don't worry…"

Dean nodded, still angry at himself for not being able to make them pay for himself.

"This one is for table four." Jo told him.

He nodded and grabbed the food.

"Thanks Jo." He walked towards table four and gave the patrons their order. "Three burgers with chips and a salad, here you go."

He walked back to Jo, and rested his head on the wall that was behind her.

"You alright, Dean?" She asked him. "You are quite good at serving tables. If you want to come here and help me some more… You know where The Roadhouse is."

Dean smiled.

"Thanks Jo."

The door swung open and three guys entered. The sat in Dean's section so he moved there to attend them.

"Good afternoon, what will be your order?" Dean asked them.

"I want to eat chocolate mousse! And pie! And… do you have ice cream?" One of them asked.

Dean looked at the guys at the table and Dean recognized them as students from his High School. The one who talked, he recognized as being Gabriel Novak, one year older than Dean himself.

What's with everyone and coming to my work place today?!

"There's only strawberry ice cream. What kind of pie do you want?" Dean asked, taking notes in his note pad.

Gabriel was thinking hard. He couldn't decide on just one.

"Apple… No! Blueberry! No! Cherry!" It was starting to be strange… Every kind of pie the guy said he took it back and choose a new one.

"Enough, Gabe!" The older one said.

Gabriel laughed.

"Sorry, Balthy… It's just… There are so many flavors! How can I choose just one?"

The one in the middle rolled his eyes.

"Just choose a damn flavor!" He told Gabriel.

"Ok, ok, Cassie! I'm choosing… Apple Pie! Gotta go for the traditional!"

Dean was chuckling a bit by now. He saw himself in Gabriel. Every time he had to choose, he had a hard time to choose a flavor. And in the end he would most likely choose Apple Pie.

But the boys didn't seem to think the situation that funny.

"Are we amusing you?" The middle one, the one and only -Dean's crush- Castiel Novak, with an annoyed expression on his face.

Dean's smile turned into a deep blush.

"S-Sorry. What are you having?" He asked Castiel and Balthazar, embarrassed for taking the order of his crush.

"I want a cheese burger with chips." Castiel said.

Dean started taking notes again.

"And you?" He asked Balthazar, the older Novak.

"Oh, me… I want the same thing Cassie asked for."

"Alright…" Dean doubled that order. "What will you want for drinks?"

"I want a coke!" Gabriel said happily. "And I bet Cassie wants water."

Castiel nodded.

Dean looked at Balthazar expectantly.

"I want a coke too."

Dean checked the order and went away to get their food to be done. Then he went to get their drinks.

He walked back to their table and placed the drinks in from of them. Unfortunately one of the cokes slipped his hand and it fell on Castiel, when Dean was trying to place it in front of Gabriel.

"WHAT THE-!" Castiel complained… Very loudly.

"I-I'm sorry!" Dean apologized and tried to clean Castiel's shirt with a napkin.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU'RE DOING EVEN WORSE! UGH!" And so he got up and walked away from The Roadhouse.

Balthazar and Gabriel were laughing.

"We're going to take the order home, if that's possible." Balthazar asked.

Dean was blushing hard. He was very mortified. The first time he talked to his crush… And this happened. How could he even hope to even get Castiel to notice him again?

"Yes. I'm so sorry!" He said lowering his head, to hide his blush.

"Oh my God, Balthy! He's blushing!" Gabriel said and they laughed even harder.

Dean got away from their table as fast as he could.

He got their stuff and put them into some bags so they could take it home. He went for their table and –he learned with Crowley- before he handed them their food he asked for the payment.

"It's fifteen dollars."

The guys handed him the money and he gave them their food.

And so they left.