Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 5/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Running Down A Dream
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
“I rolled on as the sky grew dark. I put the pedal down to make some time. There's something good waitin' down this road. I'm pickin' up whatever's mine. Yeah runnin' down a dream that never would come to me. Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads. Runnin' down a dream.”
April 15, 2000
Dean got up at three thirty and quietly left the bedroom he shared with Sam to turn the coffee on. He jumped into the shower and hummed to himself. He figured if they left by five they would make it in plenty of time for the opening pitch. That still left him an hour to kill. Dean got dressed and headed over to the diner to pick up breakfast for him and Sammy. He figured if he was lucky Lexi would be working the early shift.
Dean sat at the counter his eyes sweeping the diner. The only waitress that was working was Agnes. Agnes was the oldest waitress that worked at the diner and Dean figured she's probably been there since opening day. He smiled up at her when she came over to take his order, “Hey Agnes. Can I have two scrambled egg, bacon and cheese sandwiches on a roll with salt, pepper and ketchup to go?”
“Coming right up.”
Agnes came back ten minutes later with a brown paper bag and placed it on the counter along with the check. “Can I get you anything else, Dean?”
“Yeah. Can you do me a favor?” Dean folded the paper in two then handed it to Agnes. “Can you give this to Lexi for me?”
“Sure thing sweetheart.”
When Dean got back to the apartment, he placed the bag with the sandwiches on the kitchen table and headed into the bedroom. Sam was still knocked out cold in his bed. The kid slept like dead which made waking him up that much more fun. Dean smirked as he crept over to his little brother's bed and screamed in his ear, “Rise and shine, Sammy!”
Sam jumped his eyes flying open, “WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON?”
“Nothing, man. Time for you to get your ass outta bed.”
Sam glanced at the alarm clock, groaned, then glared up at his older brother. “Dean why are you waking me up at five am?”
“We gotta hit the road that's why.”
“Where to? Does Dad need our help with a hunt?”
“Chicago. Nope. I scored us tickets to the Cubs opening day.”
“Why are we going to a cubs game?”
“Cuz dad's not here to tell us we can't. Plus you deserve to have some fun after all the studying you did for those stupid sat's. Get up Sammy, we're leaving in ten.”
Sam threw the covers off himself and hurried to get ready. It had been a long time since they had gone to a ball game. The last one they went to was when Sam was eight and Dean was twelve. Their father had been working a job in Boston that summer. There was a string of mysterious deaths in Watertown that had started in April. John had brought them to Boston in mid June and they stayed until late July. While he was out talking to witnesses, Dean had convinced Sam to leave the motel room and to sneak into Fenway Park. Sam smiled to himself as he tied the laces of his sneakers. That baseball game in Boston was the first and only one Sam had ever gone to.
They didn't have the best seats but Sam didn't care. He was doing something normal. He was at a cubs game with his big brother eating hot dogs and hot pretzels. He smiled over at Dean who was waving down the beer vendor for another drink. So far, it had been a perfect day. Sam can't help but wonder if they would've had more days like this if their mom had lived. He supposed they would have. Dean probably wouldn't be much different than he is now except he probably would be in college. They probably wouldn't be as close as they are either. Sam knew he shouldn't be playing the 'what if?' game right now. He was here to have fun not wallow in what could've been. He turned his attention to Dean instead, “Hey Dean, are we going to get pizza for dinner?”
Dean stared at Sam as if he had just sprouted another limb and said, “Dude. We're in CHICAGO of course we're getting pizza for dinner.”
Sam was quiet for the majority of the ride back to Ashland. He was thinking about Prom. More specifically, he was thinking about how he was going to go to Prom. When it was first mentioned at one of their class meetings, Sam hadn't really paid attention since he wasn't interested in going. But now, he was very interested. He cleared his throat looking at his brother out of the corner of his eye, “Hey Dean, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Well, um....” Sam stammered as he scratched the back of his head, “I wanna ask this girl to Prom but I'm gonna have to buy the tickets. And I can't ask Dad for the money......he's not gonna give it to me.”
“I'll give you the money Sammy. How much are they?”
“Seventy five a piece.”
“Go ahead and ask her” Dean smirked while smacking Sam's leg, “I got you covered little brother.”
April 16, 2000
Main St Cafe & Bakery
Dean looked up from his newspaper every time the bell over the door jingled. He glanced at his watch and at the door. He was supposed to be meeting Lexi here but that all depended on whether or not Agnes had given her his note. He didn't want to admit how much he wanted her to walk through that door. He'd give it another ten minutes then he'd hit the road.
He checked his watch again and folded up his newspaper. It looked like she wasn't going to show but just as he was about to leave the bell over the door rang. Dean glanced towards the door and smiled. Lexi caught his eye and chewed on her bottom lip before making her way over to his table.
“See you got my note.”
“Yeah, Agnes gave it to me as soon as I came in for my shift.” Lexi said softly as she took the chair across from him, “To be clear this doesn't count as a date.”
Dean flashed her his most adorable smile and leaned across the table towards her, “Nope, just a friend buying another friend lunch. I owe you lunch, remember?”
“Right.”
Dean and Lexi sat talking and drinking coffee for an hour after they had finished lunch. Dean was kind of amazed at how easy it was for him to talk to her. The conversation flowed smoothly, it was like he had known her his entire life. He took in every detail as she sat across from him. He loved how she chewed on her bottom lip when she was nervous and that she laughed at his jokes but the thing he loved most was the way she smiled at him. Dean stared at her cherry red glossed lips not hearing the words that were coming for them. All he could think about was how her lips would feel against his own. He rubbed the back of his neck suddenly feeling nervous. He licked his lips staring at Lexi, “Why don't you let me take you out on a real date this Friday night?”
“I can't.”
“Why not?”
“I got a family thing. I should get going. I have a paper I need to write.” Lexi stood up biting down on her lip, “Thanks for lunch. I'll see you around.”
“Yeah, me too. I'm not giving up.”
She smiled at him her eyes lit up with a devilish glint, “I would hope not. Things are starting to get interesting.”
That Monday Sam was anxious the entire morning. He knew he had to get the courage up to ask her before someone else. Then, Sam realized there was a very good possibility that someone already had. Sam took a deep breath. He could do this. It was like Dean told him, no hesitation. He was going to go right up to her and ask her. What was the worse thing that could happen? Sam looked around the crowded hallway and felt his stomach drop. Well, he could be humiliated in front of the whole school if she said no. He sighed, if he could face down the supernatural he could ask a girl to Prom.
Sam marched up to her locker clearing his throat and trying to appear calm, “Hey.”
Lexi shoved her Chemistry book into her locker before turning to Sam with a smile, “Hey, Sam. What's up?”
“Has anyone asked you to Prom yet?”
“Yeah but I turned them down. It's not really my thing.”
“Not your thing? You're a cheerleader.”
“So? I only joined the squad because this lame school doesn't have a gymnastics team.” She shrugged as she looked up at Sam, “Now that my dad retired from the military I'm kinda stuck here for two years. I gotta do something. You know colleges love extracurriculars.”
“Yeah, ok. So, about Prom......”
“What about it?”
“Do you wanna go to Prom with me?”
“As friends, right?”
Sam stared at her for moment not knowing what to say. He wanted to say, 'No, Lexi not as friends. I want to take you as my date.', but Sam couldn't find the courage to get those words out. Instead , he shook his head and smiled at her saying, “Yeah, of course, Lexi. As friends.”
“Sure, why not. Oh, there's Paige. I gotta go. I promised her I'd help her with her essay. I'll see you next period Sam.”
Later that day
Sam slumped on the couch the minute he got home. He didn't feel like doing anything. All he wanted to do was wallow in self pity. He tried telling himself it wasn't so bad, that he had won half the battle. After all, he did get Lexi to go to Prom with him. The as just friends part was killing him though. He didn't want to only be her friend. He wanted more. Sam knew he should've told her right then and there what he really wanted but he couldn't get the words out. He didn't understand why he was always so awkward around girls he liked. Dean made talking to girls look so easy. His older brother could just walk up to some random girl and have her number before the conversation was over. Sam wished he could just muster the courage to tell Lexi how he really felt.
About an hour later Dean came home with a bag full of Chinese for dinner. He pulled the containers out of the bag and placed them on the kitchen table while he called to his brother, “Hey Sammy I got dinner.” When he didn't get an immediate reply he looked over to where his little brother was moping on the couch. “Sammy, what's going on?”
Sam shrugged and mumbled, “Nothing. Everything's fine.”
“Yeah, ok that's like you look like a kicked puppy.” Dean walked over to the couch sitting next to his brother with his eyebrow quirked. “Something happen at school?”
“You could say that.”
“Ok, I'll bite. This have something to do with the chick you were gonna ask to Prom?”
“Yeah. I asked her Dean and she said yes.”
“Then why are you moping?”
“Cuz she said yes as friends.”
“Ouch.” Dean winced and studied his younger brother intently, “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I chickened out. I didn't tell her that I wasn't asking her as a friend.”
“Bright side Sammy is she said yes. Now you just gotta make your move and let her know what you want.”
“But Dean I can't......I don't know how to do that! I'm not you! I'm not good with girls!”
“It's easy Sammy. All you gotta do is flirt with her. Ya know, touch her arm, her hand. Get her to hang out with you alone. Then you make your move. You'll be fine little brother.”
May 25, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Dean went to have dinner at the diner like he did most days lately. Sure the place was a bit of a greasy spoon but it had it's upsides. For one,it was cheap and Lexi might be working the dinner shift. The latter was the real reason he had been spending so much time there, just the thought of seeing her made him smile. He had laid off asking her out for the past few weeks. There were only so many times a guy could get shot down before he got the hint. Though, Dean had a pretty good feeling she wanted to go out with him. Tonight, he was going to ask her again and this time she was going to say yes. He just knew it, he could feel it in his bones.
Dean strode over to his usual spot sitting down and drumming his fingers on the cracked counter while watching Lexi buzz around the diner. He caught her eye and flashed a smile expecting Lexi to smile back. Instead, he got the stink eye. Dean was confused. She took his order professionally as if they hadn't been dancing around each other for the past two months and when she brought his dinner out she slammed it on the counter and stalked off. For the first time in two months she didn't hang around to talk to him.
He raised his eyebrow in confusion. It was obvious she was pissed at him but for the life of him he couldn't come up with a reason for her behavior. He ate his dinner in silence attempting to catch her eye every time she passed him with no luck. When she placed his check on the counter Dean grabbed her hand before she could stalk off, “What's wrong with you, Lex? I do something?”
Lexi jerked out of his grasp her green eyes hard, “What do you want?”
“I do something?” Dean asked not bothering to hide his surprise, “Cuz I dunno. You just seem angry.”
“I have other customers, Dean. Next time do me a favor and sit in someone else's section.”
“What? No I LIKE this spot.”
“Oh really?” Lexi questioned placing her hands on the counter and leaning towards him, “Do you get off on annoying me or something? Ya know,whatever, don't answer that.”
“It's possible.” Dean smirked enjoying how her face was beginning to flush red, “You sure can work the anger thing well. You look really cute when you're pissed.”
“Whatever Dean. Anything else?”
“Yeah there is, what are you doing tomorrow night?”
She raised her eyebrow at him while placing his check on the counter, her fingers lightly brushing along the side of Dean's hand. “Why do you care what I'm doing?”
“Just asking.”
“Why?”
“I dunno maybe I wanted to see if you were interested in doing something but since you're not...” Dean trailed off in an attempt to play it cool. He didn't want her to know that he really wanted her to say yes or that he had been planning this since she shot him down the first time they met two months ago.
She tilted her head to the side her whole face lighting up showing off her dimples that Dean liked so much. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yeah I am.” Dean stated matter of fact using his eyebrows as punctuation, “Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?”
Lexi nodded shifting slightly before sighing, “I can't tomorrow.”
“What? Why not?”
“Cuz I have a thing.......”
“What thing?”
“Prom.”
“Prom? PROM?” Dean snorted, the coffee that he had just drank practically coming out of his nose, “You're going to prom? Huh, you don't strike me as a prom chick. Well, whatever another time then.”
“I'm not. My friend asked me and I felt bad for the guy he's so shy. I can't back out on him last minute.”
“Yeah, well another time.”
“Well maybe after the prom?” Lexi asked him chewing her bottom lip, “Not like I'm gonna go hang out with guy and have sex with him or anything, he's just my friend.”
“Yeah alright. I'll see ya later.” Dean stated trying to hide the disappointment that he was suddenly feeling. He got up placing a few bills on top of the blue and white check not meeting her eyes as he turned to leave.
“Dean?” Lexi called after him shifting nervously, “What about Saturday?”
“Saturday then.”
“Yeah?” She asked her whole face lighting up showing off her dimples that he liked so much.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded smirking at her, “I'll pick you up at seven.”
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Running Down A Dream
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
“I rolled on as the sky grew dark. I put the pedal down to make some time. There's something good waitin' down this road. I'm pickin' up whatever's mine. Yeah runnin' down a dream that never would come to me. Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads. Runnin' down a dream.”
April 15, 2000
Dean got up at three thirty and quietly left the bedroom he shared with Sam to turn the coffee on. He jumped into the shower and hummed to himself. He figured if they left by five they would make it in plenty of time for the opening pitch. That still left him an hour to kill. Dean got dressed and headed over to the diner to pick up breakfast for him and Sammy. He figured if he was lucky Lexi would be working the early shift.
Dean sat at the counter his eyes sweeping the diner. The only waitress that was working was Agnes. Agnes was the oldest waitress that worked at the diner and Dean figured she's probably been there since opening day. He smiled up at her when she came over to take his order, “Hey Agnes. Can I have two scrambled egg, bacon and cheese sandwiches on a roll with salt, pepper and ketchup to go?”
“Coming right up.”
Agnes came back ten minutes later with a brown paper bag and placed it on the counter along with the check. “Can I get you anything else, Dean?”
“Yeah. Can you do me a favor?” Dean folded the paper in two then handed it to Agnes. “Can you give this to Lexi for me?”
“Sure thing sweetheart.”
When Dean got back to the apartment, he placed the bag with the sandwiches on the kitchen table and headed into the bedroom. Sam was still knocked out cold in his bed. The kid slept like dead which made waking him up that much more fun. Dean smirked as he crept over to his little brother's bed and screamed in his ear, “Rise and shine, Sammy!”
Sam jumped his eyes flying open, “WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON?”
“Nothing, man. Time for you to get your ass outta bed.”
Sam glanced at the alarm clock, groaned, then glared up at his older brother. “Dean why are you waking me up at five am?”
“We gotta hit the road that's why.”
“Where to? Does Dad need our help with a hunt?”
“Chicago. Nope. I scored us tickets to the Cubs opening day.”
“Why are we going to a cubs game?”
“Cuz dad's not here to tell us we can't. Plus you deserve to have some fun after all the studying you did for those stupid sat's. Get up Sammy, we're leaving in ten.”
Sam threw the covers off himself and hurried to get ready. It had been a long time since they had gone to a ball game. The last one they went to was when Sam was eight and Dean was twelve. Their father had been working a job in Boston that summer. There was a string of mysterious deaths in Watertown that had started in April. John had brought them to Boston in mid June and they stayed until late July. While he was out talking to witnesses, Dean had convinced Sam to leave the motel room and to sneak into Fenway Park. Sam smiled to himself as he tied the laces of his sneakers. That baseball game in Boston was the first and only one Sam had ever gone to.
They didn't have the best seats but Sam didn't care. He was doing something normal. He was at a cubs game with his big brother eating hot dogs and hot pretzels. He smiled over at Dean who was waving down the beer vendor for another drink. So far, it had been a perfect day. Sam can't help but wonder if they would've had more days like this if their mom had lived. He supposed they would have. Dean probably wouldn't be much different than he is now except he probably would be in college. They probably wouldn't be as close as they are either. Sam knew he shouldn't be playing the 'what if?' game right now. He was here to have fun not wallow in what could've been. He turned his attention to Dean instead, “Hey Dean, are we going to get pizza for dinner?”
Dean stared at Sam as if he had just sprouted another limb and said, “Dude. We're in CHICAGO of course we're getting pizza for dinner.”
Sam was quiet for the majority of the ride back to Ashland. He was thinking about Prom. More specifically, he was thinking about how he was going to go to Prom. When it was first mentioned at one of their class meetings, Sam hadn't really paid attention since he wasn't interested in going. But now, he was very interested. He cleared his throat looking at his brother out of the corner of his eye, “Hey Dean, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Well, um....” Sam stammered as he scratched the back of his head, “I wanna ask this girl to Prom but I'm gonna have to buy the tickets. And I can't ask Dad for the money......he's not gonna give it to me.”
“I'll give you the money Sammy. How much are they?”
“Seventy five a piece.”
“Go ahead and ask her” Dean smirked while smacking Sam's leg, “I got you covered little brother.”
April 16, 2000
Main St Cafe & Bakery
Dean looked up from his newspaper every time the bell over the door jingled. He glanced at his watch and at the door. He was supposed to be meeting Lexi here but that all depended on whether or not Agnes had given her his note. He didn't want to admit how much he wanted her to walk through that door. He'd give it another ten minutes then he'd hit the road.
He checked his watch again and folded up his newspaper. It looked like she wasn't going to show but just as he was about to leave the bell over the door rang. Dean glanced towards the door and smiled. Lexi caught his eye and chewed on her bottom lip before making her way over to his table.
“See you got my note.”
“Yeah, Agnes gave it to me as soon as I came in for my shift.” Lexi said softly as she took the chair across from him, “To be clear this doesn't count as a date.”
Dean flashed her his most adorable smile and leaned across the table towards her, “Nope, just a friend buying another friend lunch. I owe you lunch, remember?”
“Right.”
Dean and Lexi sat talking and drinking coffee for an hour after they had finished lunch. Dean was kind of amazed at how easy it was for him to talk to her. The conversation flowed smoothly, it was like he had known her his entire life. He took in every detail as she sat across from him. He loved how she chewed on her bottom lip when she was nervous and that she laughed at his jokes but the thing he loved most was the way she smiled at him. Dean stared at her cherry red glossed lips not hearing the words that were coming for them. All he could think about was how her lips would feel against his own. He rubbed the back of his neck suddenly feeling nervous. He licked his lips staring at Lexi, “Why don't you let me take you out on a real date this Friday night?”
“I can't.”
“Why not?”
“I got a family thing. I should get going. I have a paper I need to write.” Lexi stood up biting down on her lip, “Thanks for lunch. I'll see you around.”
“Yeah, me too. I'm not giving up.”
She smiled at him her eyes lit up with a devilish glint, “I would hope not. Things are starting to get interesting.”
That Monday Sam was anxious the entire morning. He knew he had to get the courage up to ask her before someone else. Then, Sam realized there was a very good possibility that someone already had. Sam took a deep breath. He could do this. It was like Dean told him, no hesitation. He was going to go right up to her and ask her. What was the worse thing that could happen? Sam looked around the crowded hallway and felt his stomach drop. Well, he could be humiliated in front of the whole school if she said no. He sighed, if he could face down the supernatural he could ask a girl to Prom.
Sam marched up to her locker clearing his throat and trying to appear calm, “Hey.”
Lexi shoved her Chemistry book into her locker before turning to Sam with a smile, “Hey, Sam. What's up?”
“Has anyone asked you to Prom yet?”
“Yeah but I turned them down. It's not really my thing.”
“Not your thing? You're a cheerleader.”
“So? I only joined the squad because this lame school doesn't have a gymnastics team.” She shrugged as she looked up at Sam, “Now that my dad retired from the military I'm kinda stuck here for two years. I gotta do something. You know colleges love extracurriculars.”
“Yeah, ok. So, about Prom......”
“What about it?”
“Do you wanna go to Prom with me?”
“As friends, right?”
Sam stared at her for moment not knowing what to say. He wanted to say, 'No, Lexi not as friends. I want to take you as my date.', but Sam couldn't find the courage to get those words out. Instead , he shook his head and smiled at her saying, “Yeah, of course, Lexi. As friends.”
“Sure, why not. Oh, there's Paige. I gotta go. I promised her I'd help her with her essay. I'll see you next period Sam.”
Later that day
Sam slumped on the couch the minute he got home. He didn't feel like doing anything. All he wanted to do was wallow in self pity. He tried telling himself it wasn't so bad, that he had won half the battle. After all, he did get Lexi to go to Prom with him. The as just friends part was killing him though. He didn't want to only be her friend. He wanted more. Sam knew he should've told her right then and there what he really wanted but he couldn't get the words out. He didn't understand why he was always so awkward around girls he liked. Dean made talking to girls look so easy. His older brother could just walk up to some random girl and have her number before the conversation was over. Sam wished he could just muster the courage to tell Lexi how he really felt.
About an hour later Dean came home with a bag full of Chinese for dinner. He pulled the containers out of the bag and placed them on the kitchen table while he called to his brother, “Hey Sammy I got dinner.” When he didn't get an immediate reply he looked over to where his little brother was moping on the couch. “Sammy, what's going on?”
Sam shrugged and mumbled, “Nothing. Everything's fine.”
“Yeah, ok that's like you look like a kicked puppy.” Dean walked over to the couch sitting next to his brother with his eyebrow quirked. “Something happen at school?”
“You could say that.”
“Ok, I'll bite. This have something to do with the chick you were gonna ask to Prom?”
“Yeah. I asked her Dean and she said yes.”
“Then why are you moping?”
“Cuz she said yes as friends.”
“Ouch.” Dean winced and studied his younger brother intently, “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I chickened out. I didn't tell her that I wasn't asking her as a friend.”
“Bright side Sammy is she said yes. Now you just gotta make your move and let her know what you want.”
“But Dean I can't......I don't know how to do that! I'm not you! I'm not good with girls!”
“It's easy Sammy. All you gotta do is flirt with her. Ya know, touch her arm, her hand. Get her to hang out with you alone. Then you make your move. You'll be fine little brother.”
May 25, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Dean went to have dinner at the diner like he did most days lately. Sure the place was a bit of a greasy spoon but it had it's upsides. For one,it was cheap and Lexi might be working the dinner shift. The latter was the real reason he had been spending so much time there, just the thought of seeing her made him smile. He had laid off asking her out for the past few weeks. There were only so many times a guy could get shot down before he got the hint. Though, Dean had a pretty good feeling she wanted to go out with him. Tonight, he was going to ask her again and this time she was going to say yes. He just knew it, he could feel it in his bones.
Dean strode over to his usual spot sitting down and drumming his fingers on the cracked counter while watching Lexi buzz around the diner. He caught her eye and flashed a smile expecting Lexi to smile back. Instead, he got the stink eye. Dean was confused. She took his order professionally as if they hadn't been dancing around each other for the past two months and when she brought his dinner out she slammed it on the counter and stalked off. For the first time in two months she didn't hang around to talk to him.
He raised his eyebrow in confusion. It was obvious she was pissed at him but for the life of him he couldn't come up with a reason for her behavior. He ate his dinner in silence attempting to catch her eye every time she passed him with no luck. When she placed his check on the counter Dean grabbed her hand before she could stalk off, “What's wrong with you, Lex? I do something?”
Lexi jerked out of his grasp her green eyes hard, “What do you want?”
“I do something?” Dean asked not bothering to hide his surprise, “Cuz I dunno. You just seem angry.”
“I have other customers, Dean. Next time do me a favor and sit in someone else's section.”
“What? No I LIKE this spot.”
“Oh really?” Lexi questioned placing her hands on the counter and leaning towards him, “Do you get off on annoying me or something? Ya know,whatever, don't answer that.”
“It's possible.” Dean smirked enjoying how her face was beginning to flush red, “You sure can work the anger thing well. You look really cute when you're pissed.”
“Whatever Dean. Anything else?”
“Yeah there is, what are you doing tomorrow night?”
She raised her eyebrow at him while placing his check on the counter, her fingers lightly brushing along the side of Dean's hand. “Why do you care what I'm doing?”
“Just asking.”
“Why?”
“I dunno maybe I wanted to see if you were interested in doing something but since you're not...” Dean trailed off in an attempt to play it cool. He didn't want her to know that he really wanted her to say yes or that he had been planning this since she shot him down the first time they met two months ago.
She tilted her head to the side her whole face lighting up showing off her dimples that Dean liked so much. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yeah I am.” Dean stated matter of fact using his eyebrows as punctuation, “Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?”
Lexi nodded shifting slightly before sighing, “I can't tomorrow.”
“What? Why not?”
“Cuz I have a thing.......”
“What thing?”
“Prom.”
“Prom? PROM?” Dean snorted, the coffee that he had just drank practically coming out of his nose, “You're going to prom? Huh, you don't strike me as a prom chick. Well, whatever another time then.”
“I'm not. My friend asked me and I felt bad for the guy he's so shy. I can't back out on him last minute.”
“Yeah, well another time.”
“Well maybe after the prom?” Lexi asked him chewing her bottom lip, “Not like I'm gonna go hang out with guy and have sex with him or anything, he's just my friend.”
“Yeah alright. I'll see ya later.” Dean stated trying to hide the disappointment that he was suddenly feeling. He got up placing a few bills on top of the blue and white check not meeting her eyes as he turned to leave.
“Dean?” Lexi called after him shifting nervously, “What about Saturday?”
“Saturday then.”
“Yeah?” She asked her whole face lighting up showing off her dimples that he liked so much.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded smirking at her, “I'll pick you up at seven.”