He Knows When You've Been Naughty Part 1
Title: He Knows When You've Been Naughty Part 1
Author: JCRGIRL
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Warnings: Wincest, AU, BabyFic (Non-MPreg)
Word Count: ~ 3400
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Just playing in Kripke's sandbox.
Summary: Sam, Dean and Joey eat lunch out three days before Christmas, Dean catches the eye of the waitress
Author Notes: Joey Verse, set six months after the end of that fic. Title from Santa Claus is Coming to Town by John Frederick Coots. This is a two part story with the 1st part told from 3rd party POV and the second part told by the boys. Un-betaed.
A/N 2: Some of you may be aware that I am fascinated with 3rd party POV, but this is my first fic written with a 3rd party and then the boys. I hope it came out okay.
“Kim? Where’s Kim?” A tall redhead frantically pushed her way into the kitchen, shoving aside waiters and busboys in her rush. “Kim!”
Kim was standing at the drink station refilling table 13’s lemonade when the redhead plowed into the side of her, forcing the drink to slosh over the side and onto the floor.
“Damnit, Lee,” Kim grabbed a towel off the counter and dropped it to cover the puddle. Using the toe of her black sneaker she half-heartedly rubbed the cloth over the spill. She scrunched her nose up at the black staining the white and picked it up with two fingers to drop in the dirty bin. “What the hell was so important,” she snapped, wiping a clean towel around the outside of table 13’s glass before topping it off.
“You gotta’ come see who I just sat at 14. I think I’m in love.” Lee tugged her sleeve, pulling her toward the main dining room. Passing the condiment shelf, Kim snatched a bottle of mustard for table 11.
Stopping in the opening to the kitchen, Kim cast bored eyes in the direction of table 14. It was one of the few booths in her section and from this angle all she could see of its occupant was broad shoulders and spiky ash blonde hair. Tightening her lips, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head a little left and right.
“O-kay. I’ve seen him. I really don’t have time for check out your fuck of the week. If you haven’t noticed, we’re slammed.”
And that right there was part of Kim’s attitude problem. It was Saturday which was always a little hopping but add to it the fact that Christmas was three days away and things were crazy. She pulled free of her walking libido of a friend to drop off the lemonade at 13 and the mustard at 11 before walking to Lee’s new love at 14. Pad in hand, she spared a quick glance at her watch and groaned. Only 12:30. They just opened at 11 and Kim was exhausted with over 6 hours to go.
“Can I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?” False cheer firmly in place? Check! She looked up to make eye contact like a good little waitress, but her head spun around at the sound of a crash from the kitchen.
“Yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll have an iced tea.”
The muscles in Kim’s shoulders automatically tensed. Sweetheart. God she hated arrogant, misogynistic pricks. Her head snapped back to her customer with the intention of informing him - politely - that he could call her Kim when she was struck dumb. She knew her mouth was hanging open, but really it couldn’t be helped. All that registered through her stunned brain was green. This man had the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.
“You okay,” he looked at her nametag, “Kim?”
“Yeah. Of course Angel.” Her day had definitely just brightened. “Iced tea.” She wrote his drink choice on her pad, smiling in her most welcoming manner. “See anything you want,” she leaned into him slightly, voice sultry, “to eat?”
There was something familiar about the guy like she’d seen him before, but was certain it hadn’t been here. She would remember that.
“Not yet. I’m meeting someone so I’ll wait and we’ll order at the same time.”
Fuck! He’s waiting for someone. Probably some lucky goddamn girlfriend or wife.
Swallowing her disappointment, she promised to be right back with his drink. Filling a glass with ice, the familiarity kept niggling at the back of her mind. She knew she’d seen him somewhere before, but where? She lifted the pitcher of tea and as she tilted it to pour, it hit her. Peeking around the wall, she could see Lee at the Hostess podium over green eyes’ head. The redhead was unabashedly staring at the guy, leaning back against the podium to emphasize her ample assets. Waving, she caught the girl’s attention and motioned for her to come closer.
“Where’s that calendar you got at the Christmas party?’
“In my locker. Why?”
“Go get it. I’ll be right back.” Kim set the tea down on the table in front of the guy, brushing her breasts against his arm in the process, and hurried back to the kitchen. Lee won the calendar in a drawing at this year’s company Christmas party. Printed for the Firefighters Pension Fund, the pages were filled with South Bend’s hottest firefighters all half-naked in the name of charity. Kim turned it over quickly, looked at the thumbnail photos on the back then righted it and started flipping through the glossy pages.
January, February, March, April….MAY!
There was Green Eyes, shirtless, the pants of his fireproof suit held up by leather suspenders. An axe rested across his shoulders, wrists draped over the handle to hold it in place, biceps bulging. In the picture, he wasn’t smiling, his features screaming ‘come hither’ instead. Just seeing it made her feel downright philanthropic.
“Oh shit! That’s him.” Lee snatched the calendar away and brought it close to her face to study the bared flesh on the page.
“I call dibs.” Kim peeked around the corner to see that the person Green Eyes was meeting had arrived.
The guy was tall, maybe college-aged, and easy on the eyes, shaggy brown hair and a strong face. He stood next to the booth with a bundled baby in one arm and a plaid diaper bag slung over the other. She considered him for a minute wondering who the baby belonged. The guy seemed so young, but the way he held the kid screamed of expertise.
She moved into the dining area, perfunctorily circling her tables and checking that her customers were happy. The tall guy leaned over and angled the little baby away from his body into the open arms of Green Eyes. He cradled the baby lovingly and she had a brief moment to think Oh Fuck, rugrat’s his before a lady dining with her teenage children flagged her down.
“… Hostess for a highchair, but she must have gotten distracted…” Green Eyes’ gravelly voice vibrated lower than the surrounding din of restaurant chatter to reach her ears as she stopped by Table 16.
“Not a problem, Dean….” She missed the rest of the tall guy’s words, drowned out by the obnoxious woman requesting more mayonnaise while her pervert sons tried to look down Kim’s shirt. Kim smiled and walked away already forgetting what the mother wanted to begin with and confirming her opinion that she hated her job.
She moved over to the register one table away from Green Eyes, close enough to see and hear while innocently appearing to do her job. Dean was unbundling the baby, voice a soothing tone.
“God, Joey, Sammy turned you into an Eskimo baby,” Dean teased, removing the last outer garment.
The baby, Joey, beamed and patted Dean on the face with a tiny hand. Supporting Joey around the middle, Dean sat him on the table in front of him with his little feet on Dean’s thighs. Dawdling at the register for no apparent reason, Kim decided to change the register tape even though it didn’t necessarily need to be done - Hey, she was trying to help out -, one eye on slotting the paper in correctly and the other on table 14.
The tall guy - Sammy, presumably - was coming back carrying a highchair and her view afforded her a glimpse of Dean’s eyes as they got a mischievous glint. “Joey, you want Deedee to order you some mashed potatoes? Huh? Do mashed potatoes sound good? I bet you’d rather have those than that nasty jarred stuff Sammy brought.”
DeeDee? Not Daddy?
Sammy rolled his eyes and set the highchair at the end of the booth. “I’ll never be able to get him to eat baby food.” He pulled one of those cloth liners that seemed to be all the rage now from the plaid bag and fitted it to the wooden shell of the high chair. Dean lifted Joey up and over while Sammy guided happily kicking feet into the leg holes. Sitting across from Dean with a sigh, Sammy opened up the menu and drug the diaper bag into his lap. Looking over the food offerings, he dug through the contents of the bag, blindly pulling out items, and set them on the table.
Slamming the plastic cover back down on the register, Kim yanked her pad out of her apron. Valiantly ignoring the mother with her demon spawn trying to get her attention, she made her way back to Dean and Sammy’s table.
“You ready to order or should I give you a few more minutes?” She stood close to Dean’s side, her hip nearly bumping his shoulder. The baby turned his head at the sound of her voice and was studying her face. Dean quirked an eyebrow at the child’s intense gaze, eyes volleying between them. She gave them both a sweet smile, absently noting that the kid’s eyes were not the same gorgeous green as Dean’s, but more of an oddly intriguing blue-green and that the tuft of soft hair at his crown was browner than Dean’s dark blonde. Sammy, oblivious to her presence or the non-verbal exchange, stared at the menu with a look of extreme concentration, hand still rummaging in the depths of the diaper bag.
“Sammy? Pretty lady’s kinda’ busy. You know what you want?” Waiting a beat, Kim could see Dean’s leg move on the bench seat - What? The movement caught her eye. She most certainly wasn’t looking at the guy’s lap or licking her lips - and a half-second later Sammy jumped. Hand stilling, blinking confusedly, Sammy looked up at Dean. “Waitress? Order?” Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“Oh, sorry.” Sammy glanced up with embarrassment in his blue-green eyes and ran a large hand through the bangs of his chestnut hair. Eyes and hair that perfectly matched the baby still staring at her. So the kid was Sammy’s. Awesome. This day just keeps getting better and better. Kids were usually a deal breaker. “I’ll have the Southwest Chicken and an iced tea,” he ordered, closing the menu and resuming his search in the bag.
Dean shot her an apologetic smile, ordering a steak and baked potato for himself and, with a sly wink, mashed potatoes for Joey. She smiled back conspiratorially when Sam huffed out an exasperated but amused sigh.
She made the rounds to her other tables on the way back to the kitchen, seeing Sammy get up and head toward the restrooms. Rushing to the drink station, Kim quickly filled a glass with iced tea, undoing another button on her shirt, and returned to Dean’s table, glass in one hand and pitcher in the other.
Dean was feeding small mouthfuls of something disgustingly green and mushy to the baby. Chubby hands slapped the table top and the kid bounced in excitement waiting for the bite. “….Lars Ulrich for me?” Dean’s voice was light with amusement.
Kim set down Sammy’s glass, bending much further than necessary to give the man a good look down her newly lower cut work shirt. Her assets may not be as abundant as Lee’s but they made a good showing. Sneaking a look out of the corner of her eye to see if he was appreciating the view, she was a little hurt when his eyes never left the kid.
Okay, new tactic.
Rounding the high chair, she maneuvered herself in between the baby and Dean and leaned across the front of him to refill his half-empty glass, effectively shoving her tits in his face. Dean just smiled placidly at her and scooped up another spoonful of baby food when she stood upright again.
Alright I can work the kid angle.
“Cute kid.” Joey turned his inscrutable gaze on her again. Smiling at him, her eyebrows drew together. His eyes were a light ice blue. She could have sworn they were blue-green like Sammy’s. Dean noticed her pause and looked down at the baby, eyes widening slightly.
“Joey, bite.” Joey turned his head and opened his mouth like a baby bird awaiting a worm. Dean quickly spooned a bite of the green mush into his mouth, wiping the edges of his lips with the side of the spoon. “Yeah, he takes after Sammy.”
Even with her eyes on Dean’s face, she could feel Joey watching her again. Smiling at him in return, she noticed that his eyes were blue-green.
Huh? Earlier must have been a trick of the light or something.
“So Sammy’s his father?”
“Sam.” The answer surrounded her, coming from in front of and from behind. Sammy…Sam slipped into the booth and smiled at Joey. “He's the only one who gets to call me that,” Sam continued, chin jutted in Dean’s direction and hands extended for the baby food jar.
“Sorry. I was just telling D- your friend that your little man is cute.” She’d caught herself before saying Dean’s name remembering she’d heard it by eavesdropping. She ran a hand over the soft tuft of Joey’s hair, catching the tightening of both mens’ bodies out of the corner of her eye. “I love kids.”
Joey slapped the table loudly with both hands and blew raspberries at her.
“Uh, sorry about that,” Sam stammered, apologetically. “He’s just learned to do that.”
“No worries. He’s adorable.” Joey blew another raspberry at her. “Your food should be right out.”
She tried everything she could think of to get Dean’s attention - bending over near their table, making eye contact with her best ‘fuck me’ look, licking her lips seductively and casually touching him each time she went by their table, even with her hands sometimes- but his focus never wavered from Sam or the little brat. She gritted her teeth in frustration, these were signature moves that had never failed her before.
“A package came from Bobby today. There was something in it for you.” She was printing the check for table 13 and leaned over to see what was in the envelope, but Dean’s body blocked her view. Deciding that it was time to see if they wanted desert and maybe get a look at what ‘Bobby’ sent him, she dropped off the check and made her way to their booth in time to see Dean leave for the restroom. That was actually better, now she could pump Sam for information, try to find the right angle.
“You guys save room for dessert,” she asked sunnily, placing Dean’s silverware on his plate and picking it up.
“Nah, just the check when you get a chance,” Sam said distractedly, not looking away from where he was using a baby wipe to clean mashed potatoes from Joey’s squirming face.
“So, um, Dean…” She halted when two sets of blue-green eyes turned to her at the mention of Dean’s name. Soldiering on, “Does he have a girlfriend…” This time she let the question trail purposefully.
Joey reached over and grabbed Sam’s right hand by the middle and ring fingers, one hand around each. He lifted it from the table, spread the fingers wide apart and slapped it back on the table.
“Girlfriend?” Sam was confused for a moment, but then realization spread across his face and he smirked knowingly. “No, no girlfriend. I’m sure if he wants one, all he would have to do is pass around a copy of that calendar the kitchen staff has been drooling over.” Sam tilted his head slightly toward the kitchen opening.
Joey was now playing with a silver band, engraved with strange symbols around the edge, on Sam’s finger. The baby was giving her that look again like he knew exactly what she wanted, like he could read her mind.
“Maybe someone should do something about it. I mean, it’s a shame for him to spend Christmas alone.”
“Maybe,” Sam answered lightly.
“Maybe what?” Dean stepped up behind her. She startled, wondering how it was these guys seemed to be able to sneak up on her.
“She asked if we were ready for the check. I wasn’t sure if you wanted dessert.” Sam lied so smooth and quick that it took Kim a little by surprise. Joey’s head snapped to his father and treated him to a raspberry. Sam smiled fondly and petted his son on the cheek.
“Check, definitely. I still need to stop by a few stores before heading home.” Dean smirked, this sexy half-smile at her, winking, and Kim’s knees almost buckled. Maybe was right.
“Sure. Give me just a second.”
Returning to the table with their bill, Dean nodded to a strange black credit card on the table edge as he wrangled Joey back into the layers of jackets and blankets he’d come in with while Sam packed up Joey’s things. She quickly ran the card and printed a Guest and Merchant receipt. She scribbled her name and number on his copy.
She set the credit card, receipts and pen on the table, clearing away the last remaining dishes, and moved to the kitchen archway to watch. As Dean signed one of the slips, he noticed the added note on the other and chuckled softly before slipping it into his jacket pocket.
They stood to leave, Sam hefting the diaper bag onto his shoulder and Dean tucking the baby against his chest. Dean reached over, touched Sam’s arm and said something. Sam nodded and headed for the exit while Dean made his way to the kitchen. Catching her eye, he jerked his head in the direction of the restrooms. Kim had to swallow the giggle of excitement that tried to bubble up as she followed him to the empty alcove.
“Look, Sweetheart,” Dean started, hand moving to his jacket pocket to retrieve the receipt, “I wanted to give this back to you.” He held out the slip of paper for her to take.
What?!!!!
Stunned fingers grasped the paper, her mind still trying to process the fact that he was giving her her number back. Joey snatched hold of Dean’s now empty hand and pulled it close to his body, fingers grasping the edges of a ring on his finger.
“I appreciate it and all and you’ve been working it pretty hard, but I think there has been a little misunderstanding. See, I go home to that,” he pointed at Sam, leaning against the wall by the door, “and this” he waved the hand clasped in Joey’s fist. “You can’t compare.”
He was turning her down for a guy? A guy with a kid?
“Sam jealous? Worried about a little competition?” She spat, still rocked at being rejected for a gangly dork and a rugrat.
“Sam? Jealous? Not hardly. You’re only jealous when you’re not sure something is truly yours. Trust me there are no questions that Sam and I belong to each other.” Joey shook Dean’s ring finger again, light catching the silver. Kim noticed for the first time the engravings on the outside.
Just like Sam’s.
She slipped the number back into his jacket pocket. “Nobody is that committed anymore. Keep this for when he screws up,” she purred in his ear, “or when you want to.”
She watched his spin on his heel, shaking his head slightly. Sam held the door open as they exited and Kim saw Dean wad up the piece of paper and throw it in the garbage. She crossed to the front windows, looking out on them walking to a Jeep. They talked and laughed, breath ghosting in a white mist in front of their faces, as Dean started the vehicle and Sam buckled Joey in the back.
Moving around to meet Dean at the back bumper, Sam locked gazes with Kim. A devious smile crossed his face and when the older man was within reach, he pulled him close and kissed him, one hand cupping his face and the other clutching at his waistband. Dean’s hands fisted in Sam’s jacket, yanking him impossibly tighter, and Kim’s breath stuttered in her chest. The stood there, a tableau of passion and love. She forced herself away from the window and couldn’t help but wonder if maybe some people were still that committed.
Author: JCRGIRL
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Warnings: Wincest, AU, BabyFic (Non-MPreg)
Word Count: ~ 3400
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Just playing in Kripke's sandbox.
Summary: Sam, Dean and Joey eat lunch out three days before Christmas, Dean catches the eye of the waitress
Author Notes: Joey Verse, set six months after the end of that fic. Title from Santa Claus is Coming to Town by John Frederick Coots. This is a two part story with the 1st part told from 3rd party POV and the second part told by the boys. Un-betaed.
A/N 2: Some of you may be aware that I am fascinated with 3rd party POV, but this is my first fic written with a 3rd party and then the boys. I hope it came out okay.
“Kim? Where’s Kim?” A tall redhead frantically pushed her way into the kitchen, shoving aside waiters and busboys in her rush. “Kim!”
Kim was standing at the drink station refilling table 13’s lemonade when the redhead plowed into the side of her, forcing the drink to slosh over the side and onto the floor.
“Damnit, Lee,” Kim grabbed a towel off the counter and dropped it to cover the puddle. Using the toe of her black sneaker she half-heartedly rubbed the cloth over the spill. She scrunched her nose up at the black staining the white and picked it up with two fingers to drop in the dirty bin. “What the hell was so important,” she snapped, wiping a clean towel around the outside of table 13’s glass before topping it off.
“You gotta’ come see who I just sat at 14. I think I’m in love.” Lee tugged her sleeve, pulling her toward the main dining room. Passing the condiment shelf, Kim snatched a bottle of mustard for table 11.
Stopping in the opening to the kitchen, Kim cast bored eyes in the direction of table 14. It was one of the few booths in her section and from this angle all she could see of its occupant was broad shoulders and spiky ash blonde hair. Tightening her lips, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head a little left and right.
“O-kay. I’ve seen him. I really don’t have time for check out your fuck of the week. If you haven’t noticed, we’re slammed.”
And that right there was part of Kim’s attitude problem. It was Saturday which was always a little hopping but add to it the fact that Christmas was three days away and things were crazy. She pulled free of her walking libido of a friend to drop off the lemonade at 13 and the mustard at 11 before walking to Lee’s new love at 14. Pad in hand, she spared a quick glance at her watch and groaned. Only 12:30. They just opened at 11 and Kim was exhausted with over 6 hours to go.
“Can I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?” False cheer firmly in place? Check! She looked up to make eye contact like a good little waitress, but her head spun around at the sound of a crash from the kitchen.
“Yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll have an iced tea.”
The muscles in Kim’s shoulders automatically tensed. Sweetheart. God she hated arrogant, misogynistic pricks. Her head snapped back to her customer with the intention of informing him - politely - that he could call her Kim when she was struck dumb. She knew her mouth was hanging open, but really it couldn’t be helped. All that registered through her stunned brain was green. This man had the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.
“You okay,” he looked at her nametag, “Kim?”
“Yeah. Of course Angel.” Her day had definitely just brightened. “Iced tea.” She wrote his drink choice on her pad, smiling in her most welcoming manner. “See anything you want,” she leaned into him slightly, voice sultry, “to eat?”
There was something familiar about the guy like she’d seen him before, but was certain it hadn’t been here. She would remember that.
“Not yet. I’m meeting someone so I’ll wait and we’ll order at the same time.”
Fuck! He’s waiting for someone. Probably some lucky goddamn girlfriend or wife.
Swallowing her disappointment, she promised to be right back with his drink. Filling a glass with ice, the familiarity kept niggling at the back of her mind. She knew she’d seen him somewhere before, but where? She lifted the pitcher of tea and as she tilted it to pour, it hit her. Peeking around the wall, she could see Lee at the Hostess podium over green eyes’ head. The redhead was unabashedly staring at the guy, leaning back against the podium to emphasize her ample assets. Waving, she caught the girl’s attention and motioned for her to come closer.
“Where’s that calendar you got at the Christmas party?’
“In my locker. Why?”
“Go get it. I’ll be right back.” Kim set the tea down on the table in front of the guy, brushing her breasts against his arm in the process, and hurried back to the kitchen. Lee won the calendar in a drawing at this year’s company Christmas party. Printed for the Firefighters Pension Fund, the pages were filled with South Bend’s hottest firefighters all half-naked in the name of charity. Kim turned it over quickly, looked at the thumbnail photos on the back then righted it and started flipping through the glossy pages.
January, February, March, April….MAY!
There was Green Eyes, shirtless, the pants of his fireproof suit held up by leather suspenders. An axe rested across his shoulders, wrists draped over the handle to hold it in place, biceps bulging. In the picture, he wasn’t smiling, his features screaming ‘come hither’ instead. Just seeing it made her feel downright philanthropic.
“Oh shit! That’s him.” Lee snatched the calendar away and brought it close to her face to study the bared flesh on the page.
“I call dibs.” Kim peeked around the corner to see that the person Green Eyes was meeting had arrived.
The guy was tall, maybe college-aged, and easy on the eyes, shaggy brown hair and a strong face. He stood next to the booth with a bundled baby in one arm and a plaid diaper bag slung over the other. She considered him for a minute wondering who the baby belonged. The guy seemed so young, but the way he held the kid screamed of expertise.
She moved into the dining area, perfunctorily circling her tables and checking that her customers were happy. The tall guy leaned over and angled the little baby away from his body into the open arms of Green Eyes. He cradled the baby lovingly and she had a brief moment to think Oh Fuck, rugrat’s his before a lady dining with her teenage children flagged her down.
“… Hostess for a highchair, but she must have gotten distracted…” Green Eyes’ gravelly voice vibrated lower than the surrounding din of restaurant chatter to reach her ears as she stopped by Table 16.
“Not a problem, Dean….” She missed the rest of the tall guy’s words, drowned out by the obnoxious woman requesting more mayonnaise while her pervert sons tried to look down Kim’s shirt. Kim smiled and walked away already forgetting what the mother wanted to begin with and confirming her opinion that she hated her job.
She moved over to the register one table away from Green Eyes, close enough to see and hear while innocently appearing to do her job. Dean was unbundling the baby, voice a soothing tone.
“God, Joey, Sammy turned you into an Eskimo baby,” Dean teased, removing the last outer garment.
The baby, Joey, beamed and patted Dean on the face with a tiny hand. Supporting Joey around the middle, Dean sat him on the table in front of him with his little feet on Dean’s thighs. Dawdling at the register for no apparent reason, Kim decided to change the register tape even though it didn’t necessarily need to be done - Hey, she was trying to help out -, one eye on slotting the paper in correctly and the other on table 14.
The tall guy - Sammy, presumably - was coming back carrying a highchair and her view afforded her a glimpse of Dean’s eyes as they got a mischievous glint. “Joey, you want Deedee to order you some mashed potatoes? Huh? Do mashed potatoes sound good? I bet you’d rather have those than that nasty jarred stuff Sammy brought.”
DeeDee? Not Daddy?
Sammy rolled his eyes and set the highchair at the end of the booth. “I’ll never be able to get him to eat baby food.” He pulled one of those cloth liners that seemed to be all the rage now from the plaid bag and fitted it to the wooden shell of the high chair. Dean lifted Joey up and over while Sammy guided happily kicking feet into the leg holes. Sitting across from Dean with a sigh, Sammy opened up the menu and drug the diaper bag into his lap. Looking over the food offerings, he dug through the contents of the bag, blindly pulling out items, and set them on the table.
Slamming the plastic cover back down on the register, Kim yanked her pad out of her apron. Valiantly ignoring the mother with her demon spawn trying to get her attention, she made her way back to Dean and Sammy’s table.
“You ready to order or should I give you a few more minutes?” She stood close to Dean’s side, her hip nearly bumping his shoulder. The baby turned his head at the sound of her voice and was studying her face. Dean quirked an eyebrow at the child’s intense gaze, eyes volleying between them. She gave them both a sweet smile, absently noting that the kid’s eyes were not the same gorgeous green as Dean’s, but more of an oddly intriguing blue-green and that the tuft of soft hair at his crown was browner than Dean’s dark blonde. Sammy, oblivious to her presence or the non-verbal exchange, stared at the menu with a look of extreme concentration, hand still rummaging in the depths of the diaper bag.
“Sammy? Pretty lady’s kinda’ busy. You know what you want?” Waiting a beat, Kim could see Dean’s leg move on the bench seat - What? The movement caught her eye. She most certainly wasn’t looking at the guy’s lap or licking her lips - and a half-second later Sammy jumped. Hand stilling, blinking confusedly, Sammy looked up at Dean. “Waitress? Order?” Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“Oh, sorry.” Sammy glanced up with embarrassment in his blue-green eyes and ran a large hand through the bangs of his chestnut hair. Eyes and hair that perfectly matched the baby still staring at her. So the kid was Sammy’s. Awesome. This day just keeps getting better and better. Kids were usually a deal breaker. “I’ll have the Southwest Chicken and an iced tea,” he ordered, closing the menu and resuming his search in the bag.
Dean shot her an apologetic smile, ordering a steak and baked potato for himself and, with a sly wink, mashed potatoes for Joey. She smiled back conspiratorially when Sam huffed out an exasperated but amused sigh.
She made the rounds to her other tables on the way back to the kitchen, seeing Sammy get up and head toward the restrooms. Rushing to the drink station, Kim quickly filled a glass with iced tea, undoing another button on her shirt, and returned to Dean’s table, glass in one hand and pitcher in the other.
Dean was feeding small mouthfuls of something disgustingly green and mushy to the baby. Chubby hands slapped the table top and the kid bounced in excitement waiting for the bite. “….Lars Ulrich for me?” Dean’s voice was light with amusement.
Kim set down Sammy’s glass, bending much further than necessary to give the man a good look down her newly lower cut work shirt. Her assets may not be as abundant as Lee’s but they made a good showing. Sneaking a look out of the corner of her eye to see if he was appreciating the view, she was a little hurt when his eyes never left the kid.
Okay, new tactic.
Rounding the high chair, she maneuvered herself in between the baby and Dean and leaned across the front of him to refill his half-empty glass, effectively shoving her tits in his face. Dean just smiled placidly at her and scooped up another spoonful of baby food when she stood upright again.
Alright I can work the kid angle.
“Cute kid.” Joey turned his inscrutable gaze on her again. Smiling at him, her eyebrows drew together. His eyes were a light ice blue. She could have sworn they were blue-green like Sammy’s. Dean noticed her pause and looked down at the baby, eyes widening slightly.
“Joey, bite.” Joey turned his head and opened his mouth like a baby bird awaiting a worm. Dean quickly spooned a bite of the green mush into his mouth, wiping the edges of his lips with the side of the spoon. “Yeah, he takes after Sammy.”
Even with her eyes on Dean’s face, she could feel Joey watching her again. Smiling at him in return, she noticed that his eyes were blue-green.
Huh? Earlier must have been a trick of the light or something.
“So Sammy’s his father?”
“Sam.” The answer surrounded her, coming from in front of and from behind. Sammy…Sam slipped into the booth and smiled at Joey. “He's the only one who gets to call me that,” Sam continued, chin jutted in Dean’s direction and hands extended for the baby food jar.
“Sorry. I was just telling D- your friend that your little man is cute.” She’d caught herself before saying Dean’s name remembering she’d heard it by eavesdropping. She ran a hand over the soft tuft of Joey’s hair, catching the tightening of both mens’ bodies out of the corner of her eye. “I love kids.”
Joey slapped the table loudly with both hands and blew raspberries at her.
“Uh, sorry about that,” Sam stammered, apologetically. “He’s just learned to do that.”
“No worries. He’s adorable.” Joey blew another raspberry at her. “Your food should be right out.”
She tried everything she could think of to get Dean’s attention - bending over near their table, making eye contact with her best ‘fuck me’ look, licking her lips seductively and casually touching him each time she went by their table, even with her hands sometimes- but his focus never wavered from Sam or the little brat. She gritted her teeth in frustration, these were signature moves that had never failed her before.
“A package came from Bobby today. There was something in it for you.” She was printing the check for table 13 and leaned over to see what was in the envelope, but Dean’s body blocked her view. Deciding that it was time to see if they wanted desert and maybe get a look at what ‘Bobby’ sent him, she dropped off the check and made her way to their booth in time to see Dean leave for the restroom. That was actually better, now she could pump Sam for information, try to find the right angle.
“You guys save room for dessert,” she asked sunnily, placing Dean’s silverware on his plate and picking it up.
“Nah, just the check when you get a chance,” Sam said distractedly, not looking away from where he was using a baby wipe to clean mashed potatoes from Joey’s squirming face.
“So, um, Dean…” She halted when two sets of blue-green eyes turned to her at the mention of Dean’s name. Soldiering on, “Does he have a girlfriend…” This time she let the question trail purposefully.
Joey reached over and grabbed Sam’s right hand by the middle and ring fingers, one hand around each. He lifted it from the table, spread the fingers wide apart and slapped it back on the table.
“Girlfriend?” Sam was confused for a moment, but then realization spread across his face and he smirked knowingly. “No, no girlfriend. I’m sure if he wants one, all he would have to do is pass around a copy of that calendar the kitchen staff has been drooling over.” Sam tilted his head slightly toward the kitchen opening.
Joey was now playing with a silver band, engraved with strange symbols around the edge, on Sam’s finger. The baby was giving her that look again like he knew exactly what she wanted, like he could read her mind.
“Maybe someone should do something about it. I mean, it’s a shame for him to spend Christmas alone.”
“Maybe,” Sam answered lightly.
“Maybe what?” Dean stepped up behind her. She startled, wondering how it was these guys seemed to be able to sneak up on her.
“She asked if we were ready for the check. I wasn’t sure if you wanted dessert.” Sam lied so smooth and quick that it took Kim a little by surprise. Joey’s head snapped to his father and treated him to a raspberry. Sam smiled fondly and petted his son on the cheek.
“Check, definitely. I still need to stop by a few stores before heading home.” Dean smirked, this sexy half-smile at her, winking, and Kim’s knees almost buckled. Maybe was right.
“Sure. Give me just a second.”
Returning to the table with their bill, Dean nodded to a strange black credit card on the table edge as he wrangled Joey back into the layers of jackets and blankets he’d come in with while Sam packed up Joey’s things. She quickly ran the card and printed a Guest and Merchant receipt. She scribbled her name and number on his copy.
She set the credit card, receipts and pen on the table, clearing away the last remaining dishes, and moved to the kitchen archway to watch. As Dean signed one of the slips, he noticed the added note on the other and chuckled softly before slipping it into his jacket pocket.
They stood to leave, Sam hefting the diaper bag onto his shoulder and Dean tucking the baby against his chest. Dean reached over, touched Sam’s arm and said something. Sam nodded and headed for the exit while Dean made his way to the kitchen. Catching her eye, he jerked his head in the direction of the restrooms. Kim had to swallow the giggle of excitement that tried to bubble up as she followed him to the empty alcove.
“Look, Sweetheart,” Dean started, hand moving to his jacket pocket to retrieve the receipt, “I wanted to give this back to you.” He held out the slip of paper for her to take.
What?!!!!
Stunned fingers grasped the paper, her mind still trying to process the fact that he was giving her her number back. Joey snatched hold of Dean’s now empty hand and pulled it close to his body, fingers grasping the edges of a ring on his finger.
“I appreciate it and all and you’ve been working it pretty hard, but I think there has been a little misunderstanding. See, I go home to that,” he pointed at Sam, leaning against the wall by the door, “and this” he waved the hand clasped in Joey’s fist. “You can’t compare.”
He was turning her down for a guy? A guy with a kid?
“Sam jealous? Worried about a little competition?” She spat, still rocked at being rejected for a gangly dork and a rugrat.
“Sam? Jealous? Not hardly. You’re only jealous when you’re not sure something is truly yours. Trust me there are no questions that Sam and I belong to each other.” Joey shook Dean’s ring finger again, light catching the silver. Kim noticed for the first time the engravings on the outside.
Just like Sam’s.
She slipped the number back into his jacket pocket. “Nobody is that committed anymore. Keep this for when he screws up,” she purred in his ear, “or when you want to.”
She watched his spin on his heel, shaking his head slightly. Sam held the door open as they exited and Kim saw Dean wad up the piece of paper and throw it in the garbage. She crossed to the front windows, looking out on them walking to a Jeep. They talked and laughed, breath ghosting in a white mist in front of their faces, as Dean started the vehicle and Sam buckled Joey in the back.
Moving around to meet Dean at the back bumper, Sam locked gazes with Kim. A devious smile crossed his face and when the older man was within reach, he pulled him close and kissed him, one hand cupping his face and the other clutching at his waistband. Dean’s hands fisted in Sam’s jacket, yanking him impossibly tighter, and Kim’s breath stuttered in her chest. The stood there, a tableau of passion and love. She forced herself away from the window and couldn’t help but wonder if maybe some people were still that committed.