"Dean this rabbit's foot brings good luck." I (sam) stated. "Like really lucky. Who knew dad had in that old storage unit of his?" The conversation began to get a little one-sided so I glanced up from my menu to find Dean staring at two young waitresses. One of them had green eyes with beautiful wavy brown hair and seemed to be around 5'5. She was simply drop-dead gorgeous. The other one appeared to be around 5'7. She had dark brown eyes with brown, short, curly hair that had a hint of blonde. Her hair ended at the very end of her earlobes, exposing her neck. She had a strange beauty to her. As their conversation continued the taller of the two kept making nervous glances toward our table. The shorter one looked over, clearly annoyed that she wasn't receiving all of the taller attention, and finally noticed me dean staring at her, I quickly looked away and Dean did the same. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the taller one reach over the bar top and grab a small notebook and scurry toward us.
"I am so sorry for the delay. There was an emergency." She rushed out. She wouldn't look at me or Dean. "No no, it's fine! Things happen." I said with my best smile. She looked at me and smiled. Then she took a deep breath in and said "My name is y/n and I will be serving y'all today. What can I get y'all tonight?" This is where Dean decided to cut in. He cleared his throat and said, "I would like a burger." Y/n wrote it down on her notepad. "what about you?" She pointed at me with her pen. "Uhh, just a beer for now." Y/n nodded and walked off. "Dude, she was totally into you," Dean exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "You literally say that EVERY TIME a girl talks to me."
"That's because no woman in their right mind would talk to you when I'm around." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "So about this rabbit's foot-" Dean began. "Oh, now you want to talk about the foot?" He frowned. "Uh yes. Dumbass. That is why we're here." I scoffed, "fine." "Anyway, I called Bobby and he said the talisman brings good luck, but...If you lose it... all that luck...poof" Dean waved his hand dramatically, "and it turns bad. And that foot's got some serious mojo." We were interrupted by the other waitress bringing Dean his burger and me my beer.
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Fanficummmm....imma hafta say the title is self-explanatory. ALSO, I APOLOGIZE IF THE DESCRIPTION GIVEN IS NOWHERE EAR WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE Y/H/C AND Y/E/C AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
