Today we were going to breakfast. Sam texted me when we got there saying he was going to be late. I was kind of sad. I knew it was going to be awkward as heck! We order and Dean started flirting with the waitress, like usual. He, again, didn't look like he meant it. It was already awkward. After we finished the waitress look at me, then Dean, and back at me. She scoffed and left, "What a b*tch, doing that in front of you. You don't deserve to be treated like that!"
"Damn right!" I smacked the table and looked at him and chuckled. We made strong eye contact. A small, but cute, grin on his face. I looked down, then at him. We leaned in closer, and soon our lips connected, it felt like eternity, a lot of people where staring. He grabbed my hand. Soon the waitress came back and handed us out coffees. She 'accidentally' spilled hers on me. "What the hell!"
"Whoops!" She said, "Whore." She said as she walked away. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"
"A. Whore. I know daddy's girl isn't used to being called that. Cause your a little angel aren't you?"
"As a matter a fact I am!" I threw a punch at her. Dean and I left. Sam had just gotten here. "What happened?" He said as we walked out. "Just a girl who got jealous."
The waitress walked out, "Oh, come back here now, b*tch."
"Want another punch? You sure?"
"Try me!" She threw a punch but missed. She tried again and hit me in the jaw. I was furious. I took one more sharp punch in the throat and we drove back to the motel. We parted ways and had a good rest of our day.