A Hunter's Curse (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

chapter 17

"Raelynn, hurry up! We still have a job to finish." Sam yells from outside.

"Just a minute!" I yell back. Did you know that fancy restaurants have a dress code requirement? Like just because they're over 2.5 stars, all of a sudden they expect you to wear sophisticated crap. Like what the hell for real? I slip on my other earring and grab my stilettos and hobble out.

Sam and Dean are both standing by the door, dressed in formal attire. Dean is picking at his tie and Sam at his cuff. I can hear Dean whisper to Sam.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers."

"No you don't. You look more like a... seventh grader at his first dance."

I can't help but bite my tongue to refrain from laughing as I watch the two. Dean glares at his brother and Sam just smirks while looking back at Dean's suit.

"I hate this." Dean finally says.

"Hey, do you want in the restaurant or not?" Dean just rolls his eyes and leans against the doorframe.

"Blues Brothers, really Dean? You? Not in a million years. I think I'll have to agree with Sammy on this one. Definitely a seventh grader's first dance." I speak up as I walk in their view.

"Aww, Rae. How much did you hear?"

"Enough."

Dean just shakes his head. "You will be able to change out of that quickly, right?"

I nod my head. And now that I look closely, I can tell that both boys could easily strip of the clothes they had on now and automatically be wearing something comfortable to 'hunt' in. As for me, I had my leggings underneath and I could just pull off my skirt, leaving the simple top of the elegant dress still on. As for the shoes, I would just have to change out of them myself, which really wasn't that big of a deal.

The three of us depart once everything is checked over and over again and we make our way into the impala.

"Shot-"

"No, Icalled'shotgun'first! BACK OFF!" I blurt out before Sam can finish his sentence.

"Well I started it first!" He argues back.

"Nah uh!" I start to run for the passenger side door.

"That's just dirty play." He yells after me.

I'm two steps away from the car door before Sammy pulls me back and opens the door.

"Thanks." I say as I automatically slip into the car. "I really didn't know you were such the gentleman, Sammy." I complete with a wink.

The look on his face is priceless as he reluctantly slips into the back, and the whole time through, Dean is sitting in the driver's seat, laughing his big head off. Oh, did I miss these idjits.

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"Reservation for Smith please." Sam says as he walks up to the maître d'.

"Smith, really?" I whisper to Dean.

"Yeah, well we couldn't use Winchester, now could we?" He mumbled back under his breath.

"You could've gone with something much less mainstream."

"Like what?"

"Like Shabalabadingdong."

"Yes, and have everybody looking at us like a bunch of idiots?"

"But we are a bunch of idiots." I answer him.

He shakes his head as we are shown to our table. The entire restaurant is empty, probably because of the curfew. Troy and Stephan are already present. There's a bottle of wine and a basket of breadsticks placed on the table. They both stand up to 'greet us,' and Troy comes over to kiss me. I giggle as he leads me by the waist to sit next to him. We are seated in the corner, right by the big, open window. He pulls the chair out for me as I smile and thank him.