The bell chimed over the door at exactly twelve o'clock just like it did every day. You heard that sound every few minutes when people walked in, but only at noon did it bring a smile to your face. Because at noon it meant that he was there. You looked up from the cupcake you had been frosting and your smile only grew as you saw Dean. His spiked blue hair, tattoos, and piercings clashing with the small quaint café that you worked at and owned. You noticed an older couple shooting him dirty looks and you were glad that he wasn't looking in that direction. In fact it appeared that the only direction he was looking in was yours.
"Hello Beautiful. Whatcha' got in today?" He leaned casually against the counter, eyes never leaving you as you put away the frosting and walked to the cashier.
"The special today is cherry pie, and the usuals are all in except for chocolate muffins." You tried really hard not to smile, but the corners of your mouth still twitched up slightly. By the look on Dean's face he had seen the failed attempt.
"Well I'll have a whole cherry pie then. And you, if you don't mind." He signed off the comment with a wink and again you tried so hard to keep your professional face on and straight. You failed. Miserably. But you had tried, and apparently that had made you look like you weren't enjoying Dean's attention because just then the older couples fancy ass son came back from the bathroom and come over to the two of you.
"Is every thing okay over here?" He sent you a dazzling smile full of perfect white teeth that you returned with a tight lipped grimace/smile.
"Everything perfect. Why would you ask?" Dean's smile on the other hand had your stomach in knots.
"Dean," You warned, ignoring the butterflies that he slit gave you even after all these years. "Don't go picking a fight in my café."
"It's just a simple little question Y/n. No big deal, no fight. Right man?" His bright green eyes held that glimmer that you had grown to recognize and hate. He was baiting the poor man, just waiting for him to say something about his appearance.
"Just seamed like the lady wasn't to fond of your flirting. No harm in making sure a fellow human is okay." His body language said he was okay with Dean, but his eyes held a hard glint and never broke eye contact.
"Really Y/n? You don't like my attention?" He fake pouted, his full bottom lip sticking out. "What am I doing wrong baby?"
"Dean." You warned again, your voice hard and eyes begging for him to let it go.
"Okay pal, I think it's time you leave." Mr. Fancy ass put a hand on Dean's shoulder and you knew the instant he did it wouldn't end well. Dean shrugged him off and started to get in his face but was stopped by a small mass of human in between their bodies. You had skipped going around the counter and just hopped right over it, landing right between them. Your back was pressed against Dean's front and you could fell the tension drain from him at your contact.
"There is nothing wrong with a man flirting with his wife." You stated, shock taking over Mr. Fancy's face at your words. You turned to face Dean, resting your hands on his shoulders, your wedding ring shining on your left hand. "What is wrong, is you egging on my customers to get them to fight. Now go back to your store, handsome." Reaching back across the counter you handed him a paper bag full of food. "I made you and Ash lunch."
"What about my pie?" He took the bag and tried to offer you an 'I'm sorry' smile.
"I'll bring it home with me. Now go." He turned to go, walking past the table where the parents sat. The old man said something inaudible to you and you tensed up as Dean threw up a peace sign which he quickly changed to just the middle finger. You took a deep breath and walked back around behind your counter. "Now, is there something I can get you sir?" You asked Mr. Fancy who was still standing in the same spot.
"Um, no thank you," He mumbled and walked back to his table still in shock. Well you waited impatiently for the people to leave as you again went to work on your cupcakes. Annoyingly you could hear their conversation.
"Way to screw that up. You were supposed to sweep in there and save her and get her number."
"How should I know they were married?"
"Oh, I don't know, the ring on her finger?"
"You're the one that told me what to do! You should have seen the ring!"
The argument went on for a while and you were glad when they finally left. With a deep sigh you walked over to the window and gazed across the street at the tattoo parlor located there. You could see Dean with his dopy grin as he joked with Ash and a customer. His eyes glanced out his own window and saw you watching. He stopped mid word, his mouth hanging open for a second before curling back into a smile as he gave a tiny timid wave. He reached into his pocket and moments later your phone was ringing.
"Hey baby." He whispered, eyes never leaving yours.
"Hey handsome. Sorry bout earlier." You whispered too, as if he was right in front to you instead of across the street.
"I should be the one apologizing, doll, I started the fight."
"As much as I hate saying this," You took a deep breath and choked out the next few words. "Ishouldbethankingyoucausehewasgonnaflirtwithmewetheryouwerethereornot."
"I'm sorry, what now?" He smirked.
"Oh you know exactly what I said you dick." You laughed at his cocky smile, leaning against the cold glass window.
"Did he leave or can I still come over and kick his ass for flirting with my wife?"
"I know you've been watching me. You know he's gone." Your hand pressed against the window.
"Yeah, but I got his license plate. I could have Sam look up his address." Dean's did the same, fingers spread to fit with yours.
"There will be no hunting down men, no matter how much of a monster they are."
"Okay doll. What time you closing shop?" He was back to whispering.
"Four, just like every day."
"M'k. I'll get off early so I can take you home. Have some alone time before the kids get back from practice." The way he wiggled his eye brows had you in a fit of laughter again.
"Sounds great. I'll see you in a few hours then." You hung up as a new customer came into your café.
