Freaks Of Nature (Dean Winchester)

Pie

I told the driver to bring me to the cheapest hotel, he definitely did his job. It was a run down, with only three cars in the lot. One that looked like the owners, a Ford focus, then the most beautiful car I have laid my eyes on, a 67' Impala. My jaw dropped at the sight, muttering, "shiiiit." I couldn't help myself from running my fingers across the hood as I made my way to the booth. Once I sadly passed the car I got my keys and started going to my room, hearing my neighbors,
"Im going to get some pie."
"Can you get me some thing for breakfast tomorrow? I'm getting up earlier than you."
I heard him sigh, "Okay, I'll be back in a bit." As I turned my key in the door, of course Dean Winchester walked out of the room next to me.
"Oh! Hello there sweet heart, stalking me now?"
"In your dreams."
He scratched his head, "Wanna go to the diner with me?"
I was shocked about the question, but quickly shrugged, "Yea, sure. One second." Time to go out with a complete stranger! Go me! I'm completely safe, promise!!!
I ran in my room and threw my bag down, I could see my frazzled appearance in a small mirror, hanging on the wall.
My fluorescent red hair was up in a messy bun, and I was wearing a torn-up band tee with sweats. I could care less about my appearance right now. I walked out of my room and quickly locked in to find him sitting in the 67' Impala. "This is yours?"
He flashed me a grin, "Yea, getting in or not?"
I smiled back and hopped in, feeling the cars seats and door, "This is niiiiiice!"
"She is." he said, grabbing a box from the back.
"Cassette Tapes?"
"Yea, I like the music on them."
We listened to Led Zeppelin all the way to the diner, we finished humming the music all the way inside. I couldn't help but be relieved we had the same music taste. No one else was there, only the one waitress and chef. Once we chose a booth in a corner, a busty woman with black hair was our waitress.
"What can I get you?" she said making googly eyes at me. I cringed a bit, she was knock out gorgeous but I could see the ring on her finger, "Umm yea, ill take a hot chocolate along with a stack of pancakes." She winked at me and pressed her arms into her chest, making her breasts almost pop out of her shirt, "Gotcha. What about you?" she said looking at Dean, who I just noticed was in awe. "A coffee and some apple pie." "Okie Dokie, ill bring that right up." She rested her hand on my shoulder before strutting off. I saw something in her eyes but decided to ignore it, I'm tired so I was seeing things.

"How?!" Dean yelled. His yell startled me, "What?"
"She obviously had the hots for you, and you didn't budge. Also how does she not have the hots for me?!" I laughed at his reaction, "She is probably lesbian, also did you not see the ring on her finger, whats wrong? Too used to having girls fall all over you?" He ran his hand through his hair, "Yea. Kinda surprised you haven't," Dean teased.
I pushed some fallen hair behind my ear, "Once a girl sees a man almost pee his pants on a plane, she tends to hesitate before doing anything." He squinted his eyes at me, while I chuckled, "Just my opinion." Dean smirked and sat back in his seat, I then realized that we were both leaning further onto the table a few seconds ago. I sat back just when the waitress walked over.
She laid my drink and food carefully in front of me as she lazily slipped his pie and coffee in front if him. He growled as it almost fell off the plate, she reached over and tried to touch my shoulder when I saw him look at her, making eye contact.

He flinched hard and picked up the table, throwing it at our waitress. "Dean?!" "Listen, stay here." I yelped as he grabbed me by my waist and dragged me under a table by another booth. I saw the waitress pushing the table off of her, I wanted so bad to help her and stop Dean, but his words kept me here. What is he doing. He pulled a gun out from under his leather jacket. I was quiet and stayed still, the thoughts running through my mind was enough to keep me busy. The waitress screamed and ran for his gun. He shot and hit her shoulder, knocking her back. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, I need to get out of here! I was crawling on my hands and knees as they started tackling each other. I made it to a booth next to the door when I heard another gun shot and a thud.
I was scared to look behind me, against my instincts, I turned to find the waitress limp. Dean turned and came for me, tears streamed down my face as he got to me. I started kicking and flailing but he easily grabbed me and took me outside. I then got to view the chef coming out from the kitchen completely mortified. "Roxanne stop fighting. This will make it easier to get away." I also saw the waitresses skin start to fall of, "Oh my God! What is that?!" I screamed. He finally pushed me into the Impala. I decided to bite my tongue, not wanting to get shot. Then more thoughts came in my mind, what was that thing.

Once we got to the motel I didn't move until he said, "Why don't I go in and explain what just happened." I looked over at him, he had bruises and a bloody lip. I shook my head thinking that I might as well get this over with. If I'm going to die, I might as well make it easy. Silently nodding we got out. Dean following me into the small room. Once we were in I wanted to throw the lamp at his head, I decided against it knowing he would most likely recover quick. Maybe it will end quickly.
He sat on my bed and sighed, "The waitress wanted to kill you."
"WHAAAAAT?!" How stupid does he think I am?!
I don't consider myself really smart but this was insulting. "She isn't human. Didn't you see her eyes?" I thought back and quickly caught myself, I can't honestly think he is telling the truth. I opened my mouth but shut it, refusing to give the idea the light of day.
Dean heaved a sigh and leaned back, "She was a shape shifter, a doppelganger!"
"Dean you are fucking crazy! I can't possibly believe that bull."
"I know you saw her skin melt off of her."
I shuttered, "No."
"Yes you did."
"Okay but I don't-"
"-Well you need too."
"How can I know to trust you. You killed our waitress!"
"She was going to kill you!" Our voices started to raise.
"Dean!" I slid my keys between my fingers, "How do I know you aren't going to kill me?!"
"Okay, trust me. I have more proof of the Supernatural in my Impala as well as our motel room."
I closed my eyes and sat on the floor, exhaustion taking its toll, "Leave me till morning please. I'm too tired, anyways I have gone through to much."
Luckily Dean obliged and left the room quietly.

AM I INSANE?! I can't trust him. I reached for my phone, dialing 911 but stopping before pressing call. Something told me to trust him. Scoffing at myself I palmed my eyes.
I crawl onto my bed, his scent lingered on the spread, not changing my clothes. I then close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Of course I failed, how can I sleep after that?