My legacy (Supernatural)

Forks&Knives

We got into the little diner called Forks&Knives. It was a nice place. We took a seat in one of the booths. The boys sat down in front of us. The waitress came to our table to hand us the menus. She was dressed in one of those too short skirts and too low tops. I guess these small diners did everything to keep the costumers coming. It was working, Dean couldn't keep his eyes of her.

"Just call me when you are ready to order" She said. I think she was in her early twenties. Maybe 22.

"Well I would love to, but I don't have your phone number" Dean said. The girl giggled, she was clearly charmed by Dean. But who wouldn't be. He is quite attractive, that's a fact. Even I had felt flattered when he used one of his pickup lines on me.

"And we would like to keep it that way" Rachel said. Sometimes I loved her sassy attitude. The girl looked taken aback by what Rachel had said. Rachel on the other hand acted like nothing had happened and studied the menu card. I had a hard time holding in my laughter. When the girl was out of hearing range Dean spoke up.

"Was that necessary?" he said angry. Rachel didn't answer, she was still studying the menu card.

"Mhhhh ... I can't decide between the cheeseburger and the steak" Rachel said like Dean never said anything. I watched as Deans anger continued to build up.

"I think I will take the salad" Sam said, obviously trying to clear the air. When he noticed that didn't work he shot Dean a look. Dean, who was still angry, shot an annoying look back. But he didn't say anything, so I guess that was a good sign.

"What will you take, Lola?" Rachel asked me. I looked back at the menu. They severed waffles 24 hours a day!

"I'm definitely taking the waffles!" I said. Sam laughed.

"Still into the whole waffle-thing" he said. I guess you could say that I had a thing for waffles, like Dean has a thing for pie.

"Remember when we had that waffle eating contest at my house and I puked because I didn't want to stop eating waffles" I smiled at the memory.

"Yeah, you found it a pity if they had to be thrown away" Sam replied.

"You never told me that story" Rachel said.

"Yeah maybe because you're a bitch" Dean said under his breath, so Rachel couldn't hear him. Only he was wrong. Rachel was the same as me. Her hearing was just a good as mine, maybe even better. And she did not like being called a bitch.

"Excuse me!" she said angry.

"Apology accepted" Dean said absentmindedly. Him being the one this time who was studying the menu. I gave Rachel a behave-look.

"If you will excuse me, I need to use the bathroom" she said "And I would like the Steak"

When she was out of sight I turned to Dean.

"What do you think you're doing!" I whisper/shouted to Dean.

"Doing what? Giving her a taste of her own medicine?" Dean said still looking at the menu. I snatched it out of his hands. "Hey, I wasn't done with that yet!" he said.

"Listen to me. You are going to quit the attitude. You are going to apologize to Rachel and to that waitress, for your rude behaviour. Then you are going to give Rachel a chance. No, you're going to like her. I don't care how, but you two have to find a way to be in the same room without killing each other!" I fell out to him. He and Sam just looked at me. Then he nodded. Rachel came back and sat down again. Not saying a word. I was pretty sure she had heard my little speech and I was also sure she knew I expected the same from her. I looked back at Dean. He was looking at his menu card, again. I looked back at Rachel, who was also looking at the menu. I sighed deep. I swear if I gave these people a test about that card tomorrow, they would get an A. Then I raised from my seat.

"I'm going to the motel a few miles back. I will leave a note to you" I looked at Rachel "saying what room I'm in" with those words I started to walk away.

"Wait!" Sam called "Why are you going? Are you feeling sick? Should I come with you?"

"I'm going alone" I said without looking back. I got out of the diner and in to my car. And 10 minutes later I was in the motel room. Getting ready for bed. Finally getting some rest after this hectic day.