Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 20: IT Crowd

*Warning for attempted smut*

"Thanks for the ride Dee." Elliott gave Dean a tight smile as they stood in line at the hipster coffee shop. "...and the job."

"Yeah," Dean huffed. "We'll see how long this one lasts." He grumbled. Then Elliott's elbow met his ribs, and he grunted turning to glare at her.

"Hey." She pursed her lips. "It wasn't a good fit for me. I was bored out of my mind." She defended before moving up in the line.

"Of course, just like the gig at the factory, the day care, the theater..." Dean taunted with a laugh. "... and we can't forget the dog walker gig."

"This one was worse." Elliott sighed. "I'm definitely not a sales person. Honestly though thanks. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting me the gig."

"Nah," Dean shrugged. "No big deal. Just please give me a two weeks' notice when you do get tired of the place?" He smirked at her expectantly brow raised. Elliott huffed and rolled her eyes but a small smile painted her face.

Elliott fidgeted in her seat in the small cubical she was assigned to and pulled at the obnoxiously yellow collar of the work polo. Who was she kidding, this was a temporary job. At least until inspiration hit her. She sighed attention wavering from the out of date training video she had been forced to watch at her computer. It was the same old straight forward information and had obviously been made in the eighties.

She tugged the cheap headphones off, pulling them down around her neck. Just enough to barely hear the fried bleach blonde with bright blue eyeshadow tell her how to use a phone.

"Hey, have you seen the new girl yet?" A voice from the other side of her cubical muttered stealing her attention from the instructional video.

"New girl?" A deeper voice replied. It sent a chill down her spine.

"Haven't met her yet but Steve from billing swore she was smoken." The first man sighed. Elliott's eyes narrowed as she listened in, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. They clearly didn't know she was behind the cubical wall.

"Poor girls gonna have to fend off half the staff if that's true." The second man chuckled.

Elliott slowly stood to look over the cubical wall and let them know she was there, not wanting to just sit there and ease drop. "Does that include you?" Trying to be playful she raised a brow to give them an even look, which was challenging while trying not to laugh.

Both instantly spun around to face the new girl. Their sputtering and attempts at back tracking made it increasingly difficult for her to keep a straight face. Her laughter after the fourth "Um, uh-" had them sighing and their shoulders sagging.

"I'm sorry I had to." She giggled. "Your faces were priceless."

"Really we're sorry. Just office talk." The tall deeper voiced one admitted awkwardly, his face still tinted red.

She turned to him with a smile, actually getting a real look at him now. Holy shit he is gorgeous! She thought, there was something a bit familiar about him too, even though she knew she would have remembered meeting some as hot as him. Brunette hair just brushing his very broad muscular shoulders, he was tall, and had a pair of hypnotizing galactic hazel eyes.

The way he tucked a lock of his shaggy hair behind his ear, gave her deja vu. When she realized she was just staring at the hunk she cleared her throat and looked away quickly. Fidgeting awkwardly with her ugly yellow pollo collar she didn't even notice that he had been staring right back.