Cliché

Little Anne's

Dean watched as the sheriff spun in her chair as she read through case files. A smile spread throughout his face when she almost tipped the chair over. He turned away quickly when she turned towards him.
"Hey Agent, do you like Led Zeppelin?" Dean turned around slowly and eyed the sheriff.
"It's my favorite band, why do you ask?" Dean shifted in his chair, worried that she might have caught on to him.
"Well, because your last name is Page. Isn't cool to have the same last name as the lead of Led Zeppelin?" Dean sighed in relief.
"Yeah, I guess," He smiled at the sheriff. "You really know your rock huh?"
"Yeah," She began with a proud smile. "An old friend of mine introduced me to all of that goodness. Let's see there's Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Kansas, Survivor, and-" She stopped herself and looked back at Dean. "Sorry, getting sidetracked as usual." She smiled before standing up from her chair. "Well, I best get going." She began to walk out of her office, Dean rose from his place and followed her.
"Wait, where are you going?" The sheriff looked up at him and pointed at her watch.
"It's my lunch break. You're welcome to come with." Dean gave her a warm smile.
"Sure, why not." He pretended not to notice the sheriff's happy dance. He chuckled silently. She led him to the parking lot and stopped in front of a beautiful car. Sheriff Hanks looked at it proudly.
"Is that your car?" Dean asked, almost speechless.
"Sure is. It's a 1969 Dodge Charger." She explained with a proud smile. She walked up to the driver's door and unlocked it. She slid into the seat, Dean soon followed her actions and slid into the passenger's seat. She put the key into the ignition and the car roared to life.
"Bet your car doesn't sound like this." The sheriff began with a smirk. Dean scoffed, pretending to be offended.
"Is that your way of saying your car is better than my car?" Sheriff Hanks shrugged and began to pull out of the parking lot.
"I don't know, do you want it to be?" She sped down the old roads of Alberton, Montana. This surprised Dean because the sheriff was, well the sheriff.
"How fast can she go?" Dean asked, resting a hand over the dashboard.
"Really fast. It could beat your baby in a race any day." The sheriff smiled at Dean's look of offense. He watched as she focused on the details of the road. Making sure not to drive over any potholes and such.
"You're gonna like this place." Sheriff Hanks states as she pulled into a little parking lot. She stepped out of her car and waited for Dean to follow behind. When they walked in, they were greeted by the scent of, and Dean swears on this, heaven. Pies were to be seen in a window showing the kitchen. Music played throughout the little cafe.
"Yep, this here is Flyin' R Cafe." She turned to face Dean. "Fun fact though, this place used to be called 'Little Anne's' when I was a teenager."
Dean froze at the name. Little Anne's.

"Deeeeaaan! Come on, you'll love this place I promise!" Adalyne whined as she dragged Dean through the parking lot and towards the cafe.
"Little Anne's? That sounds so girly." Dean's head was greeted by a slap from Adalyne.
"Please Dean, I promise." They stood in front of the small cafe, Dean still showed no interest in going in. Adalyne sighed and leaned close to him.
"There's Pie." Dean's eyes went wide and he ended up dragging Adalyne into the cafe. The two breathes in air that was scented with cinnamon and had beautiful sounds that came from the jukebox that sat in the corner. They sat in a booth that was in the back of the cafe. Dean rested his head on his hands and looked at Adalyne in awe.
"What?" She questioned, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Nothing just, I got lost in your beautiful eyes." Adalyne pushed Dean's arms out from underneath him.
"Oh my god, you're such a cliché." She laughed and Dean watched her again. He loves how she laughed with her entire body. Tilting her head back and trying to cover her mouth. A waitress walked by and held her small notepad in the air.
"Hey there, what can I get for you two?" Dean quickly grabbed the menu that was provided for him.
"Hmmm, let's see. I'll have, uh..." He examined the shortlist of pies on the back of the menu. "Addy, can you help me-"
"Did you just call me Addy?" Dean's face went red and he looked down at his menu.
"Yeah I, uh, I wasn't thinking. I mean, if you don't like I won't call you that and, um..." Dean stuttered as he continued to stare down at the menu.
"I love it." Adalyne leaned over to look at Dean's menu. "That one." She said, pointing at the boysenberry pie.
"I'll have that. The one she picked." He showed the waitress the pie Adalyne had picked out.
"Two slices right?"
"Yes please," Adalyne answered so Dean wouldn't become a stuttering mess again! When the waitress left, Adalyne planted a kiss on Dean's cheek. This caused him to grow even redder than he already was. Not long after the waitress came back with two slices of boysenberry pie. Dean's eyes lit up and he dug into the pie without thinking twice. He savored each bite as if it would be his last. He finished before Adalyne even made it half-way. She looked at him and giggled.
"Jesus Dean," She said with her mouth full. "That was friggin fast." She watched as the teenage Winchester tossed his napkin onto his plate. Adalyne finished He pie quickly after and repeated Dean's actions. He slipped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. She rested her head on his side and smiled up at him.
"I love you, Dean." Dean froze at the words.
"W-what?" He looked down at Adalyne.
"I said I love you." Dean smiled down at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I love you too Addy." The jukebox flipped to a Paul Anka record and he smiled at the song.

♪ Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh-so-tight
Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby?
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love

People say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it somebody
And then this fool will rush in

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder ♪

And with that, the night turned into a simple cliché.