Want U Bad
Chapter Three: Normal
Jasmine Hutches had only been a McDonald's employee for two weeks, and it has been a semi-normal experience. She was a normal high school junior, a group of normal friends, a normal middle-class family, a normal boyfriend...everything about Jasmine screamed normal.
She liked it.
Normal.
The guy in the back booth wasn't normal.
Every hour or so, the guy in the back booth would come up for an apple pie and a coffee.
He took his coffee straight. The smell alone made Jasmine's nose close up.
He had come in twenty minutes into her shift and was still there three hours later when she took a break.
He was sitting at her table, the back booth was a normal hangout for Mickey D's employees. She sat in the booth in front of him. He was staring at a computer screen, only touching the keys every so often.
He was awkward, not having the fluidity that comes with being well versed in computers.
She had barely taken a bite out of her Big Mac, when he spoke.
"Have you sen anything out of the ordinary?" He asked, his voice was low and intimidating.
She rushed to finish her bite, and turned, "No...everything has been normal."
He cringed on the word.
The next thing Jasmine knew, the man was gone. Only thing to even suggest that he had really been there was the five apple pie boxes he left on the table of the back booth.
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One of the random hunters that called John Winchester's phone had given Dean the hint that some thing was killing people in Small Town, West Virginia. It had turned out to me nothing. Dean wished that it would have been something...something stronger than him.
Something he couldn't beat.
He hadn't heard anything from up stairs. Castiel hadn't contacted him since the barely remembered experience. Two weeks ago.
He had stopped dreaming.
Stopped sleeping.
Every night, Dean prayed to the best of his ability that he would sleep and dream of Sam and Jo...and every night he tossed and turned until he gave in and watched informercials on the motel cable.
He was running on coffee and McDonald's apple pie.
He felt too pathetic to go to a diner by himself. And too lonely to go through drive-thru, so he had stopped at every Mickey D's from Nevada to West Virginia.
He was hoping to incorporate some routine into his life. Something he could call normal.
But the thought of accepting life as it was sickened him.
He slammed the Impala door, after the run-in with the girl at McDonalds. He was sick of hunting. It wasn't worth it anymore.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He felt warm breath on his neck.
"Where have you been?" Jo's voice flowed into his ear.
Finally, he was asleep. Caffeine had started to lose its effectiveness.
"I've missed you." She said before planting a kiss on the base of his neck.
"I missed you, too." Letting himself be vulnerable in dream state, Dean smiled.
She began to plant small brief kisses up his neck, before reaching his jaw. No one had ever kissed his jaw with as much gusto as Dream Jo did.
He never thought she'd finally reach his mouth.
He was right.
Jo vanished as a beeping surrounded him.
He opened his eyes. He was covered with sweat, it had made his clothes wet and the blanket under him felt damp to his hand as he sat up. He had been turned on by the dream, but not that turned on.
How did he get here? Wasn't he in the Impala?
The small standing brochure on the bedside table read "See Maine's Biggest Lake!"
Maine?
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