truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 2: The diner

This Biggerson's doesn't get that much customers. Most of them are our regulars and they just come here to eat, not to socialise, they just mind their own business and that's one of the reasons why I like this place - no one gives a shit.

James, one of our regulars, are the only one who does give a shit. Usually I hate these kinds of people who starts talking to you like they know you, but James is a very handsome friendly guy. Whenever I'm serving him, he always asks me how my day is going and nice stuff like that. Those little conversations we have cheered me up. He's not flirting with me or anything (though, I sure hope he was), he's an intelligent man that wouldn't pick girls from their looks. Well at least that's what my impression of him said.

As always James was sitting on the counter seat with his coffee, reading. He was wearing his adorable glasses.

I didn't want to interupt his peaceful morning coffee but I was desperate for some sort of cheering up. So I started walking up to him with a pot full of coffee to refill his cup. But before I could reach him a strong force shoved me to the side, it was Maddie.

"Hey. My shift ends at 8 so do you wanna go see that movie you were talking about yesterday?" What? Does that mean 'Him' was James? No, it can't be!

She made callous comments about me and now she just took my happiness away from me!

I thought James was smart enough to see past her appearance and notice her shitty personality. I bet she bullshitted her way to make him think that she was a kind and generous person, when she's a backstabbing, two-faced motherfucking asshole!

Whenever she is acting bitchy (which was always), I want to slap her face so that she doesn't even need blush to 'bring colour' to her skin. But every time, I end up being too petrified that I can't even look at her.

"Hey Louise! Give the menus to those people sitting in the corner window seat!" The familiar, yet still scary voice demanded. It was my manager, Tom, or he wants us to call him sir.

I grabbed two menus from the counter and headed for the corner window seats. I haven't seen their faces before, they must be new. I stood next to their table but they haven't realised that I was there. They were 2 men in around their 30s, one very tall with silky long hair, which I'm kind of jealous of, on his laptop wearing a red plaid shirt under his brown jacket. The other guy is shorter than the amazing hair guy but still tall with his hair spiked up reading the morning newspaper wearing a cargo jacket over his navy blue button up shirt. I couldn't see their faces because they were looking down reading with such focus that they wouldn't realise if there was a fire! I think I over exaggerated that but still, they were focused.

"Hey Dean I think I found somethin'!" The tall one spoke. It would be funny if the other one's Sam.

"I think I found somethin' as well." Dean replied, still with his eyes on the newspaper.

I didn't want to interupt their conversation but I had to do my job. "Here's your menu guys." I layed the menus on each side so it was facing them.

"Thanks. Anyway tell me what you got Sammy." Okay. Rude but better than some other customers that we get.

I returned to the counter table and waited.

'Sammy', that's adorable. I'm guessing it's a nickname for Sam. Wait! Sam! What a coincident! What's next? An Impala parked outside in the parking lot.

I took a glance out the window, expecting nothing but the ordinary view of ordinary cars parked in the ordinary parking lot.

Holy shit! There it was. The black '67 Chevrolet Impala parked in our ordinary parking lot. Standing out from the other (again) ordinary cars.

Dean's baby.

This can't be! They're not suppose to be real, they are fictional characters from a fictional book! Wait, but once on a Supernatural fan website I saw a comment by a user called 'becky+sam' saying something like "I knew it! Sam, Dean and other characters are actually real!" But this 'becky+sam' posted some crazy comments like "I'm now Becky Winchester" and "I'm on my honey moon with my fiance, Sam" and a lot of Sam related bullshit, so not that reliable to be proof. Or maybe they're fans of Supernatural and they are cosplaying as them. Yeah, that's it! Cosplaying!

"Excuse me! Can we order?" Sam seeked attention. I think I was a bit creepy, how I kind of ran to them before anyone else could take their order. I just wanted to compliment their outfits.

"What would you guys like?" They both looked up with their gorgious green eyes. They really did a great job with the cosplay, but damn! They look fucking amazing! They have beautiful, perfect, flawless faces. But I'm not good around attractive people. I'm always a little awkward shit but when I'm around attractive human beings, my awkwardness goes up to a whole new level. I get really nervous and end up making no sence when talking.

"I'll have the breakfast burger with extra bacon and a slice of that berry pie." Dean said as he pointed at the dessert display case. Typical Dean.

If I stayed calm and concentrated enough I can reduce the amount of damage this will cause my reputation, if I had any of course. "Sure. And what would you like?" I faked a smile, as always.

"A cup of coffee thanks." Sam smiled showing his dimples. Wow, they got the dimples as well! They must have worked pretty hard on this. Plastic surgery, maybe.

"Make that two." Dean added.

"Sure. So that's one breakfast burger with extra bacon, one slice of berry pie and two coffees." I read my notes with the order scribbled on it.

"Yep" They both answered simultaneously.

"So, is that '67 Chevy Impala yours?"

"Yeah. That's my baby. But how did you know?" Oh, you know, we are in the same fandom and everything.

"You guys are the only ones bad ass enough to drive that awesome car." What the fuck! I sounded so desperate for their attention, the last thing I wanted to be.

"Ok. Thanks, I guess. Anyway, I like girls who know their cars. By the way, you have pretty eyes, reminds me of someone." was Dean flirting with me? I have no experience with this kind of attention so I don't know what to do. I don't know if this was flirting. Was it? I feel very self-conscious and I'm sweating like hell. Sam gave Dean the are-you-serious bitch face.

An awkward giggle came out from my mouth because of either Sam's face or the nervousness or maybe both.

Wait! Why am I giggling? I should say something right? Okay. "T-thanks. They're blue." Why the hell did I say that? Obviously he already knew that their fucking blue it's not like he's blind, otherwise he wouldn't be able to point it out.

Before the lack of control I have over myself makes me say more humiliating shit, I made an excuse that I had to go back to work, which I really had to, and walked naturally back behind the counter. Naturally as in speed walking without looking back with my face bright red.

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My shift is over and now it's 8pm. Finally.

If your wondering what happened afterwards, it went great. I humiliated myself even more, if that's even possible, and I didn't get to compliment their cosplays. Yeah, great, I know.

I put on my coat and grabbed my bag. From the entrance of the diner, I heard the others saying their goodbyes to one another. So, as usual, I exited from the back door. The door made a very high pitched sound which kills me every time I opened it. I locked the door and double checked by twisting the door handle more than necessary. Locked. As I mentioned before, it's my habit.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for the wait. I hope you liked it and leave a comment if you want to, and yeah, thank you and there will be more - risa