Get Out of Here (Supernatural)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

                                                                     Lincon City, Oregon

   "I'm going to kill those customers if they order one more thing," I complain loudly as I walk into the kitchen with another order. "These people are really taking advantage of the stupid 'Open 24 hours' - restaurant." I spit out the last word frustrated. An angry groan escapes from my lips as I press my palms into my eyes, trying to push away sleep.

   A hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing tight for a momentary second. "Don't worry about it, I'll pay you overtime. Plus, how would I get any business if you left? You are the only reason people ever come," says Rich, the 50 year old owner, main chef, and accountant.

   "I know, I know. 'I'm the sweetest thing in Lincon. You are the only person who says this Rich. I'm starting to think this is workplace harassment," I joke and force out a smile.

   He laughs while he goes into the freezer and disappears. The cold air clings to him as he walks out holding half of a wrapped up homemade apple pie. Cutting out two thin slices and putting them on the plate he says "If you don't quit before they leave, you can have the rest of this pie." He slides the plates over to me with a smile.

   I can't help but smile back at him, "Thanks Rich you always watch out for me," Swiping the plates into my hands and push the swinging door open with my butt. When I set the plates down in front of the lovey-dovey couple, I notice that the new girl isn't here.

   The front door opens and rings the bells catching my attention. I turn over my shoulder and see two guys walking in 'Nope, no new girl,'

   "Sit anywhere, I'll be with you in a moment," I say loudly over my shoulder as I walk back to the kitchen. I stick my head through the door and warn Rich that the new girl is a no show today. As I turn to the new customers a chain of profanities expel from the kitchen every time the door swung open. His swear words penetrate my half lucid mind and makes me laugh.

   Taking responsibility as the only currently working waitress, I walk over to the newcomers to take their orders. I yawn as I take out my pen and paper, already awake for too long. The second I look up and see his face I'm immediately awake.

   Those blue-green eyes that have held there own in the back of my mind for years, finally right there in front of me. And after all these years a person would've thought that he would have found a different hair cut.

   My dumbstruck brain refuses to make words form in my mouth. What was supposed to be "Is that you Sam Winchester?" really turned out to be "Aye, um a, Sam Winchester?" I don't know if it was the high pitched nervous sigh or the way I stumbled over my words that gave me away. Either way, surprise filled his face.

   "Tegan? Hey, how are you?" Sam says, smiling brightly at me.

   "I'm good, right now I'm just..." I break off my sentence and yawn again, "tired. How are you?" my semi-functional brain starts to work just a little more. I look over at the guy sitting across the table and see the same colored eye, and closely cropped hair of the same color. Must be the infamous brother Dean that I've only met a total of two times.

   "I'm sorry to interrupt this reunion, but I would really like something to eat," Dean says as his stomach rumbles. Dean looks at Sam and says "What? I'm hungry," I look over to see him giving Dean a face that reads 'Not now'

   I just glance between the two of them before saying, "It's okay Sam, we can just catch up later. Dean, what would you like?" They tell me their order and I take it down on my pad of paper. "I'll be right back with your food. Oh, and don't be surprised if I spit in your food Dean," I joke with a wink and a smile.

   Ending up back in the kitchen, a flood of emotions wash over me, swirling around my insides. Happiness, confusion, sadness, and a lot of other things I don't even want to begin to touch. I rip off the paper and leave it on the counter for Rich. I walk out the back door, breathing in the fall air, before Rich can talk to me.

   One by one, I collect my thoughts and my ravaging feelings that seem to want to destroy me. One final deep breath, then I walk back inside with a plastered smile on my face.