Baby, Don't Cut

Chapter Eight

*At the diner*

"Would you gentlemen like a booth?" A busty brunette waitress popped up in front of them.

"Yes, thank you." Cas smiled at her.

"Follow me boys." She giggled, bouncing towards the opposite side of the diner.

They didn't walk long before the waitress stopped beside an empty booth. She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, asking what they would like to drink.

"I'll just have some orange juice and he'll have a beer." Cas smiled towards Dean than back at the young woman.

She jotted down their drinks and walked to the counter. Propping her elbows up she leaned over the counter, making her butt stick out.

"So what looks good?" Dean spoke into the semi loud diner. Breakfast rush is a bitch.

"I don't know. I think I've had everything here at least once." Cas laughed, eyeing the menu.

"We could've eaten at home." Dean grumbled.

Cas sighed and laid his menu. "Baby, what's the matter?"

"Nothing." He huffed.

"Come on, talk to me." Cas tried coaxing Dean.

"I'm fine."  Dean practically growled at Cas.

Castiel held his hands up in defense, slumping back against the cushion. "Okay, we'll just talk later."

"One orange juice," the waitress leaned over further than needed to place the cup in front of Castiel. "And one beer." She sat the cold bottle in front of Dean. "Y'all ready to order?" She asked, taking her pen out from behind her ear and flipping her hair.

"You know what you want?" Cas asked playing footsie with Dean under the table.

"Yeah. I'll have a double bacon cheeseburger. And hell have the same." He wearily smiled at Cas.

"Coming right up." She smiled jotting down the order, winking at Castiel before she trotted off.

"That was odd." Cas mused.

"She's flirting with you, Cas." Dean grumbled taking a long pull from his bottle.

"Why would she do that? I'm with you."

"Well, we aren't exactly posting it in neon above an open bar." Dean rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Cas propped his elbows on the table, leaning towards Dean.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Fine." He huffed, plopping heavily against the booth again.

They sat in silence for a while. No one dared to say a word, for fear of pushing the other further into anger.

"Two double bacon cheeseburgers." She chirped, sitting the plates down and slipping a napkin under each one.

"What's this?" Castiel asked unfolding his napkin, looking at the cursive writing.

"It's my number." She giggled. "You can call me later if you want."

"Oh, no I won't be doing that."

"What? Why not?" She asked, completely shocked.

Castiel leaned over the table and cupped Dean's face, kissing him deep and slow. The waitresses face took a look disbelief to a new level as she stood frozen.

"UGH! GARTH!!" She ran off, calling after the own.

"She didn't seem to happy." Dean chuckled.

"I don't care. I'm not here to please her, I'm here to please you." Castiel winked at Dean across the table. "Plus, what's Garth gonna do kick us out?"

"Hell he'd fire her before he'd give us the boot." He laughed again, biting into his burger.

"Garth has known me for years, we're like family."

"Guys, what did y'all do to Wendy?"

"Holy shit! It's like Beetlejuice. We said his name to many times." Dean joked, standing up to hug Garth.

"Ha ha, Dean very funny. Now what did y'all do to my waitress? She hysterical." He sighed.

"All I did was kiss Dean because she wouldn't stop hitting on me." Cas admitting, picking at his fries.

"How did she not know y'all were a couple? The whole godforsaken town of Lawrence knows." Garth let out a laugh.

"See, our point exactly." Dean mumbled around a mouthful of burger.

"Just try not to scary anymore of my employees today, would ya?"

"What about tomorrow?" Cas chuckled, throwing Dean another wink.

"Guys." Garth let out another exasperated sigh.

"Fine. Fine. We'll behave." Dean returned Cas' wink.

"Thank you. Now enjoy, it's on the house."

Garth headed back to his office in the year of the restaurant as Cas and Dean burst out laughing. They laughed until their sides hurt and they couldn't breath. They never imagined breakfast would end up so eventful.