Carry On Wayward Son // Dean Winchester

Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. It was peaceful. I yawned and looked over at my alarm clock.

   "Oh, crap!"

   I yanked myself off my bed and fell on the floor. I'm late again. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I jumped while pulling my pants on and threw my shirt on. Usually, I'd try and look nice but there is just no time for it. I brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail and then brushed my teeth. I grabbed my shoes and slid them on and grabbed my phone and wallet. I hope I'm not forgetting anything. I rushed out the door and locked it. I ran to my 1967 yellow Ford Mustang convertible. I unlocked the doors and got in, rushing to drive off. It wouldn't start.

   "Dammit!"

   I continued trying and it finally started.

   "I knew I could count on you, Baby!"

   I put my car in gear and sped off to work. Once I arrived, I ran inside and grabbed the apron type thing. I tied it on me and grabbed a notepad.

   "You're late," my boss said.

   "I know, I'm sorry."

   "Don't let it happen again."

   "It won't."

   He walked off and I looked over at my best friend, Julia.

   "Sleep in?"

  I laughed and nodded.

   "At least you didn't sleep until the afternoon."

   "True."

   She looked behind me and smiled.

   "You have two guys sitting at your table."

   I looked at where she was looking and groaned.

   "Want me to do it? Are you too tired to even check out hot guys?"

   I rolled my eyes.

   "I've got it."

   I grabbed two menus and walked over to the guys.

   "Hi, welcome to Patrick's Diner. What can I start y'all off with?"

  The shorter one looked at me with a serious face.

   "Do you have pie?"

   I laughed a little and nodded.

   "We do."

He did a small celebratory fist pump.

   "Can I get some pie?"

   "Of course. And, what do you want to drink?"

   "I'll get water."

   "What about you?" I asked the taller one.

   "Water and a kale salad."

   "Kale salad? Okay, I'll get it ready."

  The shorter one smiled and nodded. I looked at the taller one and he just kept playing with a pen. I walked off and went behind the counter.

   "Pie and a kale salad."

   Julia gets it ready while I fix the waters. I walk back to the table and sit their waters in front of them.

   "Thank you," says the shorter one.

   He reads my name tag and bites his straw as he smiles.