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10 October 2008 @ 10:58 pm
To manipulate [When i stipulate]  
[I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty. >> Ben Stein]

“You brought me to an Olive Garden?”

Dean glanced around the restaurant and shrugged. “Hell yeah, never ending pasta bowl.”

Ruby rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. “This isn’t a date.”

“Sweetheart…I don’t date demons,” Dean informed her, one corner of his lips tugging up in a grin.

“No, you just fuck them.”

Dean thought about that a moment and then shrugged, giving her the grin that still removed panties in the blink of an eye. “Sometimes I kill ‘em too.”

The waitress took that moment to interrupt and take their orders. Spaghetti, extra meat balls for Dean, which made Ruby roll her eyes.

“Where the hell are the French Fries?”

“We don’t-“ the waitress started.

“It’s potatoes fried in hot oil, slap on some salt and you’ve got French fries,” Dean said as he stuffed an entire breadstick in his mouth.

The waitress watched in amazement before recovering. “We don’t do…special orders.”

Dean finished his breadstick, took a swig of water and gave the waitress that smile. “Come on, Darlin’ surely you can talk the cook into it. I’d be awful grateful.”

Ruby rolled her eyes and leaned forward on the table, smiling a fairly benign smile at the waitress. “This isn’t a date…me and him.” She wanted her damn deep fried crack.

“Oh,” the waitress said as she glanced from Ruby and back to Dean, her eyes widening and a blush creeping over her cheeks. Dean winked at her for good measure. “Oh! I’ll see-I’ll see what I can do.” She turned and fled for the kitchen, almost tripping over another waitress when she did.

“You’re disgusting,” Ruby told him with a sneer.

“That’s why you love me, Ruby.”
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