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Half-Hearted Promises	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: 1 through F > 1-800-MISSING Views: 50 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam glided his vehicle into a designated sanctuary of asphalt beside Mike's Diner, a haven for hungry souls. Eager to fuel up before reconnecting with his brother, Dean, in a mere couple of hours, he felt a stirring anticipation—Dean had hinted at stumbling upon a lead regarding their father's elusive trail.
After securing his ride, Sam stepped out and sauntered toward the diner, greeted by a bustling atmosphere typical of breakfast time as patrons flocked for their morning reprieve.
He navigated his way to a cozy booth, settling in with an air of tranquility while he awaited the arrival of a server to take his culinary orders. As he reclined, a young brunette approached, bringing with her a blend of energy and warmth.
“Hello, and welcome to Mike's Diner,” the woman chimed, her voice imbued with a rasp that added a unique texture to her greeting, though he brushed it off. “Thank you,” he replied with a kind nod, drawn into the vibrant tapestry of the moment.
"What can I get you to drink?" the young woman asked, her notepad and pen poised like a conductor ready to orchestrate the gentleman's culinary desires.
"I'd like a cup of coffee, and if the stars align, I'd also like the omelette with toast," Sam replied without hesitation, fully aware of his cravings and the ticking clock pressing him on.
With a nod that resembled the flutter of a leaf in the breeze, she recorded his wishes, assuring him, "I'll be back in a flash with your order, sir," before whisking away to the bustling kitchen.
Moments later, she returned, a delightful tableau of his meal in hand, and set it gracefully before him. "Thank you," Sam said, his voice a melody of appreciation as he grasped his fork and delved into his feast.
As he observed the young woman navigate towards another table, a wave of curiosity washed over him. Who was this intriguing stranger? He mused, for she was a new presence in the café tapestry he usually shared with his brother, Dean.
Moments trickled by, and Sam savored the last bites of his meal before the woman reappeared, bill in hand. “Here’s your check. I trust you found your meal delightful,” she declared, her smile lighting up the dim corner of the eatery.
As Sam glanced at the bill, he caught the waitress’s name at the top, and under his breath, murmured, “Brooke, is it?” He slipped a generous wad of cash onto the table—enough to cover his meal, and a dazzling twenty-dollar tip, along with a note scribbled with his digits.
Once he had settled the score, Sam rose from the confines of the restaurant and slid into his vehicle, steering toward a clandestine rendezvous with Dean, who was likely waiting in the shadows of their secret haven.
( Brooke)
Brooke watched as Sam strolled out of the diner, his payment and a tip left behind like a whisper on the table. To her astonishment, he had also scribbled his contact info on a napkin, leaving the young brunette in a state of perplexed wonder. Yet, she quickly shook off the unexpected moment, approaching the table with a determined resolve to tidy up the remnants of his visit.
After pocketing the tip, Brooke made her way to the cash register to secure the cash and check. With that task behind her, she returned to gather the dishes, setting the stage for a sparkling clean table.
As she stepped into the kitchen, she spotted Jamie orchestrating a delightful dance of pancakes on the stove. “How was it with the gentleman?” the blonde queried, prompting a blush to bloom on the older woman’s cheeks. “Which one?” Brooke replied, moving gracefully to the sink to nestle the dishes within, ready for the dishwasher’s tender embrace.
“Come on, Brooke, I mean the handsome fellow who just left, leaving not only a handsome twenty-dollar tip but possibly his number as well!”
Brooke cast a fleeting glance at Jamie and shrugged, replying, "I'm not quite sure what you mean." After Jamie meticulously arranged the food on a tray with the other culinary delights and drinks, Brooke picked up a plate.
"As you wish, but the fact that the gentleman shared his number indicates he’s intrigued by you," Jamie remarked, just as Brooke slipped out of the kitchen. "I’d rather not delve deeper into this topic," Brooke declared firmly.
Moving gracefully towards the awaiting patrons, Brooke set down their dishes with care. "I apologize for the wait," she said to the couple nestled in the booth. "Oh, don’t worry about it," the woman replied with a warm smile.
"We're in no hurry, so feel free to take your time," the man added, returning the cheerful look. Brooke nodded in acknowledgment, her smile widening as two more people joined the elderly couple—a man and a woman, ready to share in the moment.
"Greetings! How may I lend a hand to both of you?" Brooke asked, her fingers dancing over her notepad. "We’d like to indulge in an omelette, a vibrant fruit cup, and two refreshing glasses of Dr. Pepper," the man responded.
With her pen gliding smoothly across the page, Brooke jotted down their order, assuring the patrons she'd return posthaste with their culinary delights. With a smile, she departed in search of a cozy table.
As the brunette glided toward the kitchen, snippets of chatter enveloped her ears like a cozy blanket. Reaching Jamie, she delivered the order with a flourish before embarking on a quest for two frosty cups, which she filled with bubbly Dr. Pepper and shimmering ice.
Once the kitchen summoned her with fragrant plates, Brooke returned with the effervescent drinks to tide over the couple. As she approached their table, she couldn’t help but notice the young woman—perhaps a kindred spirit in age—sharing tales of her imminent wedding to the older couple's son, kindling a warm smile on the elderly woman's face.
“When is the big day?” the elderly woman asked, a sparkle in her eyes and a warm grin lighting up her face. “We haven’t pinned down a date yet,” the young woman answered with a smile of her own. “But Adam and I are floating the idea of a summer celebration.”
“Does this hint at the arrival of a little one soon?” Adam's mother inquired, her face alight with joy, making both Adam and Desirey flush with a mixture of excitement and surprise. Brooke set their plates of delicacies before them as the dialogue danced around the table.
“Mom, Desirey and I aren’t planning to leap into parenthood just yet, though maybe one day in the future. I’m not certain,” Adam replied, his eyes flitting between his mother and Desirey, unsure of the hidden truth.
Unbeknownst to them, Desirey was already weaving the first threads of a new life within her. “Oh? Well, I suppose I can eagerly bide my time to embrace grandparenthood until you two tie the knot,” Adam's mother declared with a cheerful smile.
"And when you do have a child, I'm certain it will take after its mother," Adam's father added with a grin on his face.
Brooke resumed her role of taking orders, offering the group a little nest of privacy to weave their conversation. Stealing a glance at the ticking clock, she noted that her lunch interlude was drawing near. After gathering the last of the orders, she readied herself for a well-deserved break to fetch their meals.
Once the raven-haired woman had collected her culinary treasures, she found her way to a vacant booth where Jamie had recently settled down with her own steaming dish. "So, how's the inaugural day of your work journey treating you?" the blonde queried.
With a plate resting on the table like a canvas awaiting its masterpiece, Brooke mused, "Other than your cheeky teasing about that dashing fellow earlier, it’s been quite the pleasant ride," she replied, savoring a forkful of the salad she had crafted for herself.
Jamie let out an exaggerated sigh, accompanied by an eye roll that could rival a dramatic performance, "You really must venture outside your bubble. My recommendation? Reach out to him and uncover the mystery behind his offer of contact. If I were in your shoes, I’d be making that leap without hesitation," she proposed.
Brooke couldn't help but chuckle at Jamie's comment, acknowledging that she may be correct. "Very well, I will send him a message after my work hours come to a close, if only to alleviate your insistence," she acquiesced.
* The Hotel*
Upon arriving at the hotel room he shared with Dean, Sam observed his brother lounging in bed and watching television. Sam inquired with a hint of disapproval, 'Seriously, Dean?' He proceeded to walk over to his bed, placed his bag on top of it, and directed a stern gaze at his brother.
Dean, momentarily distracted from his magazine, responded with a nonchalant 'What?' Sam sternly reminded him, 'We must continue our search for leads regarding the recent werewolf attacks in order to apprehend the perpetrators.'
Dean, reluctantly setting aside his magazine, inquired, 'Any progress?' Sam, poised with determination, extracted his laptop, stating, 'Although no breakthroughs yet, I believe we are on the right track.'
He gestured towards a box thrown at Dean, indicating clues may be within. Dean, inquisitively peering into the box of food, questioned, 'At what point did you halt your investigation?'
Sam gazed at him and stated, 'Mike's Dinner.' Sam replied, placing his laptop down, and raised an eyebrow at him when his phone rang. 'Who's that?' Dean inquired, leaning to catch a glimpse of who had messaged Sam.
'None of your concern. Why don't you go and investigate this time?' Sam retorted, moving his phone out of his brother's reach.
Dean scoffed, 'Alright, sheesh, but I will eventually discover who you're messaging, especially if it's an attractive woman,' he remarked as he got up and left, bringing his food with him.
Sam rolled his eyes and saw that the message was from Brooke, the waitress from the dinner. Unable to resist a smile, he replied with a simple 'Hi,' and returned to browsing on his laptop.
Glancing at his phone once more, Sam saw Brooke's text asking, 'Are you busy tonight?' He grinned and responded, 'Not really, you?' before turning his attention back to his laptop while his brother went out to explore the town.
Sam noticed Brooke's message asking if he would like to meet up tonight and he responded with a simple 'Sure.' After setting his phone down, he considered going out for the evening.
The hunting activities had been slow, and they were still without any information on their father. Therefore, he thought it wouldn't hurt to meet up and potentially gain some insight into any unusual occurrences.
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