"Well, what can I get you boys?" The waitress asked, smiling and giggling. Obvious flirt.
"Hey, sweetheart. Wouldn't mind some of that sausage, eggs, bacon on the side…"
Sam gazed disdainfully at the waitresses' neon pink hair. It almost hurt his eyes to look at. And what was with the OD on eyeliner? He clicked on his laptop, tuning Dean out and the waitress who scrambled for his order, writing too slow for Den's appetite. 'Hmmm,' His eyes narrowed, leaning in to study the article more closely.
"Earth to Sam!" Deans voice broke through.
"Oh- um. Black coffee." That's all." He said, distractedly not paying attention to her winks.
After the waitress left, Dean smirked at the tall youth engrossed in his laptop screen. "Watcha got there? Porn?" He asked, knowing the guess was probably wrong.
Sam ignored that last bit and swiveled the laptop towards Dean. "Read that."
"'24 year old Caught in Cult Scam.' Ok, that doesn't look too much like a case." Dean said.
"Keep reading. Read the rest of the article."
Deans eyes skimmed through the rest, his eyebrows arching in interest. "Wow…" He stared at the picture he had scrolled down to, then his face lit up. "Yeah!" He punched the air with a fist and everyone around them turned in his direction.
Sam couldn't help being annoyed. What was wrong with Dean? But then he sighed; he should've expected this reaction. "Yeah, so apparently-"
"Bella Talbot: Queen Bitch in JAIL? See how she likes that. Agh, I hope they tear her apart in there!" Dean rumbled, not listening to Sam.
Frustrated at being interrupted, Sam said louder, "Dean, she was there for a case. Now she's arrested. We gotta take over the case. She was trying to sell a family- the Rosens- a demon hex bag. I'm thinking cross road?"
"I'm thinking the papers finally got it right. It was nothing but a scam. I mean, its Bella. She's sell her mother for two grand."
"No. Probably five. She'd never sell for so cheap."
The new voice made both brothers look up. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed irritably. He leaned back in his seat, the plastic crinkling, as if to get us far away as her as he could. Sam cocked his head, completely baffled, and stared dumbly up at her.
"Move over, Sam. Impolite to make a lady stand."
"You call yourself a lady, Ruby?" Dean snickered.
"Do you want a bottle of hot sauce shoved up your ass?" Ruby asked sweetly, fingering the bottle at the center of the table.
"Bring it on." Dean moved forward.
Ruby's grip tightened on the bottle. "Gladly."
"Stop, ok?" Sam put a hand on Dean's chest, pushing him back. "No! No bottles of hot sauce or fighting. Sit, Ruby." Sam said, moving over into the booth to make space for her. "Dean, please." Sam fixed his gaze on his older brother as Ruby slid in beside him.
"God, Sam! She always shows up and ruins everything!!" Dean got up and left toward the door. He snatched a sausage link off the platter the waitress was bringing toward their table. He pulled the door open and disappeared. Despite the empty seat, Ruby didn't move to it, nor did Sam.
Once the slightly stunned waitress was gone, Ruby picked at a fry and said, "You do need to go there. A case. Not a cross road demon, but one all the same. And I've got some shit with this one. He used to be in my coven."
"When you were human. Right." Sam remembered. His hand wrapped around the mug of coffee. "So we go to this place?" He gestured to the laptop, where it popped up to a screensaver. A topless woman. He sighed; obviously one of Dean's pranks. It got annoying eventually.
He changed his settings while Ruby said, "Not alone. I'll be there, too."
"You're coming?" Sam asked incredulously. He could only imagine how well that would go down with Dean.
"Dean doesn't need to know. What a prick."
Sam shook his head. "Won't work."
"I'm coming, Sam. See you later." She got up and left.
Sam watched her go, then finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp. Sam paid and left. He threw the number the phone waitress had given him with the check in the first public sanitary trash can he saw.