Winchester or Angel?

10. Duet

Best. Surprise. Ever.

It turns out, there's a division of the Southern Junction roadhouse just an hour South of West Monroe, Louisiana.

Bonus: it's karaoke night!

When we arrive, Dean is again a gentleman, coming around to open my door after getting out of the Impala himself.

I glance around to find the place is packed, and we parked in overflow.

Dean expresses concern. "Sorry Alex, I hope you don't mind the walk."

"Nah. This is one reason why I always wear comfortable shoes. I could run a mile in these things." I ease his worry.

When we get to the front door, the bouncer lets Dean in, but blocks me.

"Sorry, no one under 21 without a parent." The bouncer states in a firm voice.

"Dude." Dean protests.

"I'm 26!" I tell him, mildly upset that I seem to look like a teenager to this man.

"Really? Let's see some ID." This guy is really getting on my nerves.

After pulling my identification card out of my shoulder strap purse, I hand it to him, ready and waiting for an apology.

The bouncer steps aside to let me enter. "Sorry ma'am." There we go.

"It's okay. You must be new here." I tell him smugly. If he weren't new, he'd be able to tell between a teenager and a young looking woman.

Dean offers his arm to lead me in, and I take it with pride.

When inside, the waitress behind the podium looks directly at Dean, then asks "What can I do for you today?" in the most flirty tone possible.

Seriously? Am I invisible?

Apparently not to Dean.

He looks at me admiringly, and doesn't even glance at her as he tells her "Table for two, please."

The waitress's attitude changes instantly to that of bitterness. You'll have to wait over there," She points at a nearby waiting area with benches. "Until someone leaves."

"Alright." Dean finally changes his attention to the waitress. "That's fine. So long as we get a different attendant." This guy...

The waitress glares at me, slightly angering me. "You heard him. Run along now."

She turns on her heel, huffing and muttering as she goes to find someone else to take over.

We walk over to the benches, Dean removing my arm from his so we can sit down. Immediately after sitting, he puts his arm on the back of the bench behind me.

Did I die? Am I in heaven?

Oh but wait...

Why did I have to remember that kiss with Gabriel now?

I don't know. I mean, he's way older. And there was no spark.

That's it! No spark. It was nothing. I don't even have to tell Dean yet, it was before our first date which is happening now.

I became so deep in thought, I didn't even hear when the new waiter announced our table was ready, or when Dean said my name twice.

The waiter leads us to a small table off to the side, one seater booths on each side. This spot seems as secluded as you can get in such a busy roadhouse.

As I'm still looking around, Dean catches my attention by calling attention to the screens with which we are to order.

"Woah, so I just tap the picture of food I want, and they bring it to us?"