It's been years since Dakota last saw Sam Winchester, but a chance meeting with a blue eyed Angel gives her the opportunity to see him again. Only, the Apocalypse is on the Horizon and she is apparently supposed to help them stop it.
[Book 2 of 3]
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"Two burgers, a diet coke and strawberry milkshake for table ten!" Dakota Quinn calls back to the Kitchen. She's been working at Dinah's Diner for just over two years now as a Waitress. She loves her job, she often gets to meet new people and sometimes gets the same people.
"You got it, Quinn!" The Cook, Allison, shouts back. Dakota chuckles and shakes her head. Allison has been her best friend for three years now, she's the one who eventually got the youngest Quinn a job.
Dakota walks back out to take the orders of another table, there's a small family at table twelve. A Mom, a Dad, twin girls and a son. They look happy. Dakota sighs as she walks over to them, she's had the odd boyfriend here and there since she and Sam were split, but nothing too serious. She still just wants a family though.
"Hello." She smiles at the family as she takes her notebook and pen out of her pocket. "How are you doing today?"
"Great thank you." The Dad says, smiling at the Waitress. "How are you, dear?"
A small grin makes it's way to Dakota's lips at the simple question that she is rarely asked by anyone, let alone her customers. "Amazing, thanks. Could I take your orders?"
"Of course." The Mother nods, looking at the Menu.
"I want sgabetti!" The little boy, who looks to be about five, grins looking at Dakota with wide eyes. She smiles at him and nods, writing it down.
"Of course, sweetie." She chuckles. "Any drink with that?"
The little boy giggles and nods. "Owange Juice!"
"You got it, little man." Dakota winks as she jots it down in her notebook. "Who's next?"
"Chicken sandwich, please." One of the twins smiles politely, her brown braids hanging over her shoulders bounce slightly as she jumps in her seat. "And lemonade."
"I want the same please!" The other twin, this one with ponytails instead of braids, says. Dakota nods as she adds that to the list.
"I'll have the chicken salad, please." The Dad tells her. "With black coffee, one sugar." He turns to his wife as Dakota writes his order down.
"Burger and fries please." The Mom chuckles. Dakota smiles as she adds it to the list. "With a hot chocolate please." Dakota grins and nods.
"Will that be all?" She asks, the family nods. "Well that should be with you in fifteen minutes, twenty at top."
"Thank you, dear." The Dad nods as she smiles and leaves to give the order to Allison.
"Order for table ten!" Allison calls to her as she arrives, handing her the tray with the food on as Dakota gives her the slip of paper with the newest order on.
Dakota leaves the kitchen and walks out to the young couple by the window. "Here's your food, and here is your bill." She places both down. "Pay at the desk when you have finished please."
The couple smile and nod as Dakota walks to a new table to get the orders.
Soon enough, Dakota's shift is complete and the young woman is free to go home. So she says a quick goodbye to Allison and her other coworkers before heading off.
As Dakota walks down the streets towards her apartment, she feels a pair of eyes watching her every move. Eyes widening slightly, she reaches into the inside pocket of her jacket and grips the handle of the knife she always keeps on her. It's the knife Sam had once let her use, he'd left it behind when John dragged him off.
Dakota continues walking, trying to act as though nothing is wrong and everything is perfectly fine. But the young woman stays cautious and on guard, ready to defend herself if need be.
Finally, she arrives at her apartment complex and enters through the doors. She runs up the stairs to her apartment on the second floor and opens her door with the key, slamming it shut behind her and locking it.
Dakota leans back against the locked door, breathing heavily at the thought of someone following her.
No one there. No one there. No one there. She repeats in her head, like a mantra. It's not the first time it's happened. She's felt like someone was following her many times before, but there was never anyone there. That never makes it easier though when she gets the feeling, she panics every time.
Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping surround the room. Two people stand in front of her, two people she recognises as the couple from the diner from table ten. Dakota gulps as she takes her knife from her pocket, holding it up defensively.
"We are not here to hurt you, Dakota Quinn." The Man says softly as the woman scoffs at the knife in her hand.
"And if we were, your petty knife would do nothing to us." The woman adds with a roll of her eyes. "Humans and their silly belief that these small pointy objects can provide some sort of protection."
"Who are you and what the Hell do you want with me?" Dakota snarls, gripping her knife tighter in her hands.
