Dean's POV

Damn. That Constance chick. What a bitch! Sammy finally got me out of the police station. That sly dog called in a fake 911. We are on our way to go get some food. Well,pie if you ask me.

"Hi, my name is Chrisy and I'll be your waitress today. Is there anything I can get you?" The busty blond waitress was leaning over just enough so that I could see everything I needed to.

"Why,yes you can get me something. How about some-"

"Pie. He'll have a slice of pie. And I'll just have some coffee." Sammy says cutting me off.

"Okay. Just let me know if you need anything else. Anything at all." Blondie said giving me a small and walking- or more like struting to the kitchen. Now to deal with bitch boy.

"What the hell?!"

"Dean, we need to concentrate. "

"Okay,okay." Wait. Well hello Ms. Wall Flower. Or sexy brunette. Oh yeah, I like that. Just behind Sammy is the hottest gir-WOMEN I've ever seen. Okay. Dean you can do this. Make eye contact. Check. Raise one eyebrow. Check. And smirk. Check. Hook line and sinker...Or not.

I don't own Supernatural :'(