We are so not normal.
Nope. I like it that way.
You and Dean had arranged a date. He wasn't usually the dating kind of guy, you knew that but he had told you that he would give it a go. He really meant it which made you feel great inside.
You were ready to step foot into the diner which Dean was waiting for you at some booth. It wasn't anything too
fancy but it was fancy enough for both you and Dean. You had made the effort and worn a red dress which exaggerated your curves greatly, your hair in ringlets just past your shoulders. Red glimmering lipstick upon your lips as you pouted gaining more confidence, brushing yourself off and then you opened the two glass doors to enter the diner.
Your eyes flickered around the diner, squinting your eyes between the eye liner you had perfectly painted on your face along with mascara to make your bold (e/c) stand out, you could see hot waitresses were scattered around, some bending over the tables to grab the empty plates of satisfied customers, showing their cleavage to the customers who were shifty enough to look and their behinds to anyone who hadn't got anything else to look at. You scoff wondering if Dean had spotted them too. Probably so but you only really knew Dean for a few months.
Remembering the duties as a hunter, which where at a halt, you thought about not being able to tell Dean anything if he asked about your career, you had gone through this process many times but it got harder and harder as you seem to slip further and further away from a committed relationship.
This was the only spare time you had and you were going to spend it wisely. He was sweet but he would freak out if he knew what job you had. 'Oh yeah.. by the way, I fight monsters on a daily basis and casually exorcise demons for fun'
Of course, you hadn't thought of what job he
had although the name 'Dean' had rung a bell before but surely he wasn't the
Dean, you hadn't asked and it would lead to the dreaded question of; "What about you?"
You and Dean had met in the typical place which was the bar, dicks were regularly found there, you had met a few in your time but Dean was different. You had a gut feeling about him.
Finally, your eyes met Deans, his eyes sparkled along with his goofy smile drawing you in with a wave of his hand. A waiter who was standing by the doors to greet you caught your eye. You told him you had a table already and you were about to take your seat. He lead you over to the booth where Dean was, you thanked him and he walked off back to the entrance to meet a couple who had walked in just after you.
Sitting down, Dean seemingly hadn't taken his eyes off you since you had set foot in the diner. You clear your throat grabbing the menu from the side of the table.
"Hellllooooo '____'" Dean greeted licking his bottom lip as he did. You giggle, 'omg, seriously I have the most ugliest laugh ever'
"Heya Deano" You added, looking down at the menu, your finger sliding across each word describing the delicious foods, making your stomach rumble even more.
You felt Dean frown from across the table, "Deano, seriously?" He asked, chuckling at you obviously joking to start a conversation.
You shrug and pull a slight flirty smile 'knowing me that flirty smile looks like a rape face',
"Its a cute pet name"
Dean was wearing a plain black suit with a pure white shirt and black tie. His hair scruffy yet neat all at the same time. You couldn't have pictured a man like him before even if you tried. You couldn't believe you were on a date with Dean.
Dean sighed, dropping it for a moment, taking his time to grab the last menu and opened it up like you had done. As you thought about what to order you could feel Deans eyes turn from the menu to you. It was one of those awkward silences where you just wanted to laugh it off.
"Dude... Deano!" Dean began breaking the silence, again.. that made you laugh more than it should've done. He smiled at you, raising his arms around being perfectly Dean.
You pointed a finger at Dean, pretending to be serious. "It suits you" You comment and then fake a cough looking back down at the menu, "Dude" You mimic him.
It was Deans turn to fake, he faked a laugh. "Ha ha ha, funny"
You nod and seem impressed with yourself. "Yes, I am hilarious" You were never the type to be self indulgent but you liked to joke about it as much as the next person.
Dean scoffed. "Cause we're totally
You nod, closing your menu and pushing it aside, Dean had your full attention, "Yep. Normal is weird"
"I like it" You continue.
You spot a waiter eying in your direction, you try to ignore him because you wasn't sure whether it was because of your dress or because you hadn't ordered yet, "I like it more2 He says a bit late after the moment had gone but you didn't care as long as Dean was interested.
You raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to Dean. "Oh really, how so?"
Dean used his fingers for quotation marks. "Your 'casual' normal is hilariously fascinating"
"What's fascinating about me Dean?" You ask, biting your lip.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but then only closed it again. It took a few moments but then he spoke, "Urm... everything..."
You snort. "Really?" You wasn't sure yourself if you meant it in a sarcastic way or you were genuinely asking.
Dean looked bewildered. "Wow, did I
really just say that?" He laughed it off as you did. You nodded, blushing a little.
Soon after, the waiter finally came to the table, he looked young as if it was his first day or something. Trembling a little, he asked; "Would you like to order?"
He was that type of youngster which had started their new first job and they weren't bad looking so they got away with any mistakes made towards the customers.
Dean gulped looking up at the waiter like a lost puppy. "Yes.. thank you.. urm" He was a little flustered, shuffling his menu around absently. You knew it was because he was embarrassed from mentioning how much he liked you. You couldn't believe it in all honesty.
You clear your throat, your fist covering your mouth for manners and the waiter turned to you, note pad in hand and pen at the ready. "Two double cheese burgers and a handful of fries please" You ask.
Dean winced and looked at you suspiciously. "How did you-"
"Dean.. Of course I know what to order" You say as if it was obvious to him.
"Thank you, Any drinks with that?" The waiter asked who looked more relaxed with talking to you and Dean now. You didn't know what was so intimidating.
"Two shandies, Jack Daniels" You reply.
"Okie dokie. It will be with you shortly" The waiter walked off quickly as if he were glad to get it over and done with.
Dean tilted his head at you. "Jack Daniels.... shandies?"
You nod like his mother would have done. "Yep. I know you have a car so you have to drive tonight"
He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay.. okay.. '____'"
"So, what job do you do then '____'?" Dean asked innocently.
You stare at him blankly, trying not to give any sign away that may make him think you're lying or some freak. You felt your eyes widening as you thought and then you blink for a good few seconds. This is why you were awkward, especially someone as attractive as Dean. "Urm.... I sorta travel around a bit and get called by the police when they have no more solutions"
Dean smiled out of the edges of his lips. "Like.... like the FBI?"
You nod frantically. "Yes. But don't tell anyone" You winked at him and he returned a salute.
Deans breath hitched. "I like you '____', you're different and I don't feel like I have to hide myself from you"
You felt your cheeks warm at his words, no guy had really had much to do with you so you were easily caught with words from Dean, "Haha, thanks Dean. You too, what do you do anyway, I never asked?"
"Funny thing is '___' I do the same kinda thing as you. Also I have a few hobbies on the side, like hunting" Dean casually rambled on. You gulp, realising that this could be the Dean the other hunters had warned you about. You couldn't leave now and maybe this was a chance to get close to Dean and form a relationship. Find out what he truly is like. He seemed vulnerable enough to follow your lead.
"Hunting? wow, what like deer?" You knew to any other normal
person, that would seem like a dumb question to ask but you might have been talking to Dean Winchester. One of the well known Winchesters after Sam and John Winchester. You had read up on his brother but you knew far better than for Dean to be like him.
Dean looked suspicious you thought or maybe that was your paranoia. "Yeah..I hunt deer and all kinds of big scary things haha" He joked.
You found yourself becoming greedy in the information you were receiving. It took one last question, "Is your second name, Winchester by any chance?"
Dean scratched the back of his head, knowing something wasn't right now. "Why?"
You knew you probably stepped over the line. "I just wondered..."
"Who told you about me?" Dean began raising his voice but not too loud, a few people in the booths next to you had turned around and looked over at you. What had you done?
"I'm sorry Dean.. I just read about you.. I know what you are and I know what you do" You begin, then you lean forward again, quietening your voice, "I'm a hunter"
Dean leaned back against the seat of the booth, he was unsure about you now you could tell. The waiter came over and handed you your drinks and cutlery. You both didn't say anything and then the waiter came back out with your dishes, hoping you would enjoy your meals.
"I don't trust all
hunters. Why did you read about me?" Dean asked, pushing his plate away. Not feeling his apatite.
You also didn't touch your food but you stared longingly at the shandy in front of you. "I just... I just, I'm not as skilled. I needed a break, I didn't intentionally mean to bump into you, it just sorta happened"
Dean nodded, swigging his drink and banging it back down against the table. "Okay then, how about we eat and drink up. You show me what you can do and maybe I'll think about meeting up with you again. Maybe next time I can teach you a thing or two?" He suggested surprisingly.
"Okay" Your voice went a bit high pitched, inside you were excited and slightly nervous now. You were going to prove to Dean you weren't the kind of hunter he thought you were out to be.