Chapter Five

Amie reached the door to the restaurant before Dean and moved to open it. Instead, Dean's arm shot forward and pulled the door open. He put his hand in the small of her back, slightly pushing her forward. Amie sighed inwardly. He was not making life easy on her today. Whenever he showed her any kind of affection, he pulled her in about a million different directions. And for some reason, he was all full of the touchy-feely today.

Amie spotted Sam at a table next to the windows. Great, he'd sat at a booth. And since he already had his laptop out and spread across the table, she would have to sit with Dean on the other side. Inches from Dean. Amie sighed again. Was the universe conspiring against her today?

Sam glanced up at them as they sat down. "I ordered coffee for everybody. Amie, the flavored creamer is right there," Sam pointed to several cream containers stacked next to her cup. Amie smiled at Sam, though he wasn't looking at her. He was always so considerate of her, treating her like a sister or a close friend. She pulled her coffee toward her. She threw in a couple spoonsful of sugar and the creamer, stirring as she stared out the window. She could feel Dean's leg pressing against hers and it was making it very hard to concentrate. Amie raised the cup of hot coffee to her lips, wincing as it touched her cut.

"Shit," she muttered.

"What?" Dean asked, turning toward her, his green eyes flooded with concern.

"Just, my lip, it hurts. I'll be fine." Amie looked down at menu, trying to decide what to eat. She wasn't really hungry, but she knew that with Dean's current mood, he wouldn't let her get away without eating. He seemed to be trying to take care of her, making up for getting her knocked around. At least that was the only explanation she could come up with for his current actions.

Amie shifted in her seat, trying to move away from him. But he apparently was having none of that, swinging his arm up behind her on the seat and pressing his leg into hers. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He was holding his coffee cup, swirling the liquid in a circle, while he read the menu. He noticed Amie looking at him and gave her a quick grin and a wink.

Amie shoved the menu away with an exasperated sigh, just as the waitress approached the table. She looked like she was only about twenty years old and she was already eye balling both of the Winchester brothers. This was going to be interesting. She wasn't sure she was in the mood to watch some waitress flirt with Dean. Things could get violent.

"Morning gentleman," the waitress said in her best flirty voice, while completing ignoring the only female at the table. Amie grinned and shook her head at the obvious slight. "What can I get you?"

Dean grinned up at the waitress, causing her to take a step back. "Join the club sweetie," Amie thought. "He has that effect on all of us." Amie braced herself for the onslaught of Dean's charm. Nothing he liked better than the chance to flirt.

"Why don't you take her order first, young lady?" Dean suggested, emphasizing the word young as he gestured toward Amie. Sam laughed, causing the waitress's grin to falter.

Amie smiled at the young waitress. "I'll just have a two egg, ham and cheese omelet, white toast with butter."

The waitress wrote Amie's order down and turned to Sam. Sam placed his order, never looking up from his laptop. She took down Dean's order and walked away, her shoulders slumping. Amie glanced at Dean again, wondering what was wrong with him. He never missed an opportunity to get under some woman's skin.

"Whatcha lookin' at there, Sammy?" Dean asked. Amie glanced over at Sam, curious as to what he was so engrossed in. Probably a new job.

Sam swung his laptop around so both Dean and Amie could see what he was looking at. "It looks like a lot of demon activity in the Pennsylvania area. Weird storms, cattle deaths, the whole nine yards. I think that's where we should head now that this Wendigo thing is taken care of."

Dean shrugged. "Seems like a good idea to me. Amie?" Dean moved his hand from the back of the seat onto Amie's shoulder, where he began rubbing small circles with his thumb. Amie felt her stomach muscles clench with nerves. What was he doing? It was like he was slowly torturing her. Maybe it was time to go off on her own for a while, just to get some perspective.

Amie stared intently at the paper placemat under her coffee cup. "Ummm, yeah, I think I'm going to head back west. See what's happening out there." Dean's hand suddenly clamped down on her shoulder.

"What? You're joking, right?" Dean turned slightly in his seat, his brow furrowing. Amie peered up through her lashes at Dean's face. Shit, he looked pissed. Amie had expected that reaction. But she hadn't expected every reason she had for splitting up to leave her head. All she could do was stare at the tabletop. Dean wouldn't stop glaring at her like he was about to yell. Even Sam looked confused.

"Why the f—?" Dean started to say, but Sam cut him off. "Dean!" Sam glared at Dean, then turned toward Amie. "Do you really think that's a good idea right now? With everything going on? The angels? The increased demon activity. You really shouldn't be alone right now. I think you'd be better off with us. We're better off together."

"Okay, forget I said anything." Amie picked up her coffee cup. She'd figure out something later. She always did.

Dean left his hand on Amie's shoulder, slowly massaging the muscles on her neck. Amie propped her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands, trying to catch her breath. She needed to calm down, try to figure out what the hell Dean was doing. All this PDA was so not like him.

"You alright?" Dean suddenly whispered in her ear, the stubble on his chin scraping her cheek. Amie jumped slightly, causing Dean to chuckle.

"Sorry, you just look, I don't know, upset." Dean kept his lips right next to her ear. Amie turned to face him, but that wasn't a good idea, because then she was practically kissing him. Dammit, why couldn't he scoot over and give her some space? Amie caught a whiff of coffee and mint gum as Dean exhaled slowly. And then he was leaning closer, and Amie was positive that he was going to kiss her.

Suddenly a glass plate clunked down on the table in front of Amie, causing her to jump back. "Omelet, right?" The waitress looked a little too pleased with herself at interrupting them.

"Yeah, an omelet," Amie said, glaring at the young brunette. The girl took a step back, suddenly not too sure of herself. She quickly placed Sam and Dean's food in front of them and scurried off.

"She's a sucky waitress," Sam voiced. "Don't leave her a tip." He pushed his laptop aside and dug into his food, sighing contentedly.

Dean laughed, moving his arm off the back of the booth. "Yeah, she's got impeccable timing." Dean turned around, shifting farther away from Amie, his leg no longer touching hers. "Hey, miss, I could use some more coffee!" Dean turned back to his food and started eating. He pointed at her plate with his fork. "Eat," he commanded.

"Yeah, right. Eat. Whatever." Amie shook her head, silently cursing herself, as well as Dean. What she really wanted was Dean to put his arm back around her, or move his leg so it was back against hers. Or did she really? Her emotions were running the full gamut this morning and whatever was happening here between her and Dean, it couldn't end well, for either of them, especially if their past was any indication.