Dean rubbed his hands together and treated her to his best I’m-a-total-pervert grin. “Oh yeah! Definitely the leather sweetheart. Or you’re paying for all the drinks!”
He felt his spirits drop when she said she had to go. It was stupid, he knew, but he suddenly didn’t want her to leave. But if she had to, then there was no way she was walking home alone, Slayer or not!
He paid the check then wandered back to her. “Where do you live? I’ll walk you home…and no arguments, or I’ll be the one doing the ass kicking. Okay?”
He held the door of the diner open for her again and stepped out into the cold air. Glancing up at the sky, he thought it might even snow tonight and that made him smile. He liked the idea of sitting in some cosy little bar with her, watching the snow drift down outside. “Think it might snow?” he asked her, as they walked along. “I kinda hope it does. Walking in the snow’s nice.”