Chapter 2: Telling the Truth
Eventually the three of them did end up in a diner. They sat in awkward scilence sipping their waters waiting for a waitress.
"Sam can I talk to you?" dean whispered.
Sam nodded, "Be right back," he said to Caithrine then stood.
"Whatever," she replied putting her water down.
Sam and Dean walked over into the corner by the bathrooms and Dean began to talk, "Don't tell me you believe her. I mean look at her, she is nothing like me!" he whispered furiously, gesturing to her.
"Dean, of course she's nothing like you. She grew up in Beverly Hills."
"But still! Look at her little designer tank top and her short little mini skirt and her perfectly styled hair! There's no way that girl is related to me."
They both looked over at Caithrine. The waitress was standing next to the table and taking Caithrine's order. The two boys stared at her, watching, long enough to see the waitress come back with her drink.
"Oh, oh! And see that? What is she drinking? Like a pina colada or some other rich girl drink? There is no way!"
Sam nodded a little, "You're right, she is a little closer to someone you'd bang than your daughter."
Dean looked up at Sam surprised and crossed his arms in that pouty five year old way he does, "No she's not," Sam stared down at Dean incredulously, "Okay, maybe she is but still!"
Sam looked at the table again. The waitress was back. She carried three dishes and placed one at each seat. Sam looked confused.
"Dean, look."
Dean looked over just in time to see her take a huge bite out of a steak cheese burger, "Finally," he guffawed, "Something she has in common with me!"
"Unless it's a veggie burger," Sam pointed out.
"Don't rain on my parade," Dean grumped, stalking back to the table.
He sat in his chair and looked at the plate of food set in front of him, "What's this?"
"I ordered for you." She said taking another huge bite out of her burger.
"How…" Sam trailed off.
"You," Caithrine said, nodding towards Sam, "I guessed, and you, I knew." She said dismissively.
"What how'd you know," Dean asked a tad befuddled.
"Because," Caithrine said looking up at him, "You're not sophisticated enough for steak, and not hillbilly enough for BBQ, at least I don't think so, and you're obviously a burger guy."
"How'd you kno-"
"You had a burger wrapper on your nightstand at the hotel," she said taking another bite out of her burger.
Dean smiled a little and picked up the burger. He took a big bite out of it and chewed for a second then stopped, his eyes going wide. He spit it out, wiping his tongue with the napkin, "What the hell is that?"
Caithrine laughed a little bit, trying not to spit her own burger, "Wait you're not gay?"
"No, What does that have to do with this?" Dean coughed.
"Veggie burger," Caithrine laughed, 'but seriously, you're not gay?"
"No! You're here aren't you?" Dean said still furiously wiping his tongue.
"So you believe me?" Caithrine asked.
"No," Dean replied astonished.
"Yes you do," Caithrine mocked, she stood up and threw a fifty down on the table, "come on, I'll prove it to you."
When they got back to the room the scan was done. Sam pulled up the results and Caithrine and Dean stood on opposite sides of the room, their arms crossed.
"So," Sam said scrolling through the results, "Uh-huh, It looks like a match… except for one thing…"
"What – What one thing?" Dean was grasping at straws trying to get the girl gone.
"Caithrine, Why is there sulfur in your blood?"