A/N: I haven't posted in a long time, for which I apologize for! I had no requests from you guys! (Other then incredibely dirty ones, which I'm not yet comfortable writing!) I also had extreme writers block!
You walk into your favorite diner and hear the faint chime of a bell as you walk in. Sliding into your booth, you pick up the menu your waiter picked up and pretended to read. You already knew what you were going to have. A delicious slice of their homemade apple pie. You had to get their early because it went out quick, but it was always worth it. You heard another chime as you heard two boys bickering and they moved over to the booth behind you. Cursing yourself for choosing the wrong side of the booth, your eyes blankly stared at the menu as you listened to them argue.
"We should've kept driving! We're on a hunt Dean!" The voice lowered at the end as he spoke harshly to the other man, Dean.
"Are you kidding me? And pass my chance for a slice a pie? I have to have my pie Sammy!" Dean almost scolded the other guy, Sam, as if he were a child. Brothers perhaps?
Before more words could be spoken, Dean trailed off as he seemingly checked out the waiter as she waltzed over to your booth.
"Y/N! Darling! Let me guess, a fine slice of our homemade pie?" The waitress breasts jiggled as she bounced on her heels, giving you a fake smile. You nodded and passed the menu back, eager for her to move on. Instead, she leaned forward, her bosom pressing against the table and whispered in your ear.
"You're lucky! That was our last piece!" She quickly straightened up and giggled bouncing over to the boys table.
"What'll you have boys?" Out of the corner of your eye you could see her flirtatious smile as she twirled a lock of hair around one of her fingers.
"Nothing for me, thanks." Sam nonchalantly said. Guess he didn't really take notice to the big-bosomed ladies, but Dean definitely did.
"Well, I'll have a slice of your finest apple pie, and your number!" You couldn't contain your snort as you heard the waitresses giggle.
"While I can certainly give you my number, but the last piece of pie went to the dear over there!" All that was heard was the faint click of a pen and scribbling while Dean processed what he'd just heard.
"Here you go-" The waitress tried to give him the number while her words finally caught up to him.
"WHAT?" Dean's voice rang clear through the diner as more grumbling and shuffling was heard. Finally you heard him mumble,
"Let's go Sammy. I just wanted pie!" His voice nearly hitched on the last word but he coughed to cover it up. They seem like an interesting pair so you did the only thing you though of. Without looking over to them you called over to their retreating figures,
"Or, you could stay and share it with me?" You raised the end as a question and smiled as you heard one of the figures stop. A pair of footsteps, Dean you presumed, cautiously approached your booth, and an annoyed sigh from Sam before he followed after. As Dean's figure came into view, your breath nearly hitched. You half expected him to be some sleazy older guy, yet here was this rugged handsome man who looked like you'd just offered him a puppy!-Wait, scratch that. A hand job!-He slid into the other booth and grinned and Sam grudgingly slid in after him.
"I'm Dean. This is Sammy-"
"Sam!"
"Fine-Sam-What's your name?"
You two talked all through the meal and after while Sam never once glanced up from his computer. When the time came for them to leave and he asked for your number, there was no way you could decline!
A/N: Woo! Hope this is satisfying! Please do requests so I know what to write! It's hard coming up with ideas!