Dean walked inside a diner. He was hungry, so he’d have some hamburgers and a beer. He walked to a table, tableau and signaled at the waitress. She froze when she saw him, but walked to him anyway.
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss commenté softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten minutes later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean a dit flirty. “Why don’t toi sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace a dit with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few plus minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the siège opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to montrer any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a coup de poing at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two plus officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if toi try to escape” one of them a dit loud and clear. “Think very hard about your suivant move”
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss commenté softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten minutes later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean a dit flirty. “Why don’t toi sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace a dit with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few plus minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the siège opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to montrer any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a coup de poing at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two plus officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if toi try to escape” one of them a dit loud and clear. “Think very hard about your suivant move”
