Cliché

Deja Vu

       "Agent?" Sheriff Hanks tapped Dean's shoulder, he swiftly turned around and met her worried eyes.
       "Sorry, spaced out for a second I guess." The sheriff brightened a bit and gave a faint smile to Dean.
       "Let's get a booth then, ya?" The hunter tensed, remembering where he stood, but agreed to the sheriff. She led him to a booth that sat in the front of the cafe. Dean sighed before sliding into the booth's pleather seats. A woman, maybe in her mid-forties, walked up to Sheriff Hanks and Dean with a smile. She flipped out a small notepad along with a pen.
       "Good afternoon sheriff," She turned her head towards Dean. "Afternoon sir." Dean gave a small smile to the woman, whom he assumed was the waitress,.
       "Good afternoon miss." The waitress grabbed two menus from another table and placed them on the table of the booth that Dean and Sheriff Hanks shared. Dean looked up at her with a smile as Sheriff Hanks gave a secretive smile to Dean. The waitress squinted her eyes at the sight before smiling again.
       "Take your time, please." She disappeared back into the kitchen, where a man stood, waiting for her. A muffled conversation could be heard but the two at the table chose to ignore it.
       "Whatcha gonna get Agent?" Dean shrugged before picking up one of the menus. He scanned through the laminated paper. His mouth watered as he batted his eyes from item to item.
       "There's so much to choose from-" He gasped when his eyes caught a beautiful sight. "Good God, what is that?" On the menu lie a picture of a burger that Dean considered a miracle.
       "Ah yeah," The sheriff leaned over, invading Dean's personal space, and examined the sight that was before the Winchester. "The burger doesn't exactly have a name, that's my fault because I couldn't think of a name for it when I had them put it on the menu." Dean looked at the sheriff and watched as she explained the entire menu. He looked mainly at her freckles, for each one he saw, he smiled just a little more. The waitress watched the two from the kitchen and smiled.
       "Frank," She said in a low voice.
       "Yes?"
       "Didn't I see this before?" The waitress's husband looked over at Sheriff Hanks and Dean.
       "I dunno, this does look familiar."
       "Yeah, like when we were dating. I'm not sure."
       "Laura, don't go snooping though. Ok?" The waitress shook her head before leaving the kitchen.
       "So, have you to decided?" The sheriff quickly pulled away from the so-called FBI Agent. Dean held up the menu and pointed at the burger the sheriff was talking about.
       "Yeah, two of these please." Laura, the waitress, nodded and looked down at Sheriff Hanks.
       "So I see that you've gotten this fine fellow to join you on the cheese?" The sheriff nodded with a smile.
       "So what if there's a ton of cheese? It's still the best." Laura rolled her eyes before taking the menus and leaving into the kitchen once more. Dean smiled at the sheriff for the last time before the two fell into an awkward silence. Soon after the food came and they ate. Time seemed to speed up after that. They enjoyed their meal, along with the music that flowed through the little cafe. Soon Sheriff Hanks drove Dean to his motel room before heading back to the station herself. He waved goodbye as she drove don the rode in her blue, '69 Dodge Charger. He fell silent when he realized she had left. Dean unlocked the door for the motel room then locked it once he'd gotten inside. He collapsed on the bed and sighed before drifting into a sleep.

       Sam pulled the Impala into the police station's parking lot. He watched as people were storming into the station and then being escorted out. Shaking his head, he crawled out of the Impala. The younger Winchester made his way to the entrance to the station, only to almost get hit by the door.
       "Dammit woman, I want answers." Then man wiggled around in the sheriff's arms.
       "Now that's not any way to speak to your sheriff. Outta tell Rosanne what you've been up to eh?" The man fell silent then, Sheriff Hanks pushed him to the parking lot. She turned around and caught sight of Sam.
       "Ah Agent didn't see ya there." Sam forced a smile before walking out from behind the door. The sheriff tried to keep a straight face but a smile cracked open on her face. Sam made an effort to pull his hair out of his face before talking to the sheriff. His hair went back in his face.
       "Where's Agent Page?" The hunter looked through the station's window, trying to see if his brother was in there.
       "He's not here, I assume he's at your motel. Only if he stayed after I dropped him off." Sam tilted his head slightly, mostly in surprise, and waited for the sheriff to explain.
       "Yeah, I took him out to lunch and he asked if I could drive him back to his room." Sam raised his eyebrows but dropped them when he saw the look on the Sheriff's face. The way she explained the situation, she had a soft smile on her face the entire time. The younger Winchester shook off the thought and thanked the sheriff. He watched as the sheriff turned around and practically bounced back to her office. Shaking his head with a smile, Sam made his way into the Impala. He sat n the car for a second before shaking his head again. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off, down the old roads of Alberton, Montana.

Lol this chapter sucks ass, I promise I'll get some good content out soon. - Jay