had somebody tell me that “as much as I love animals, I wouldn’t be able to go vegetarian or even vegan that’s crazy!” and what I heard was “I don’t care or respect animals bodies enough because my taste buds are more important.”
Meet the man responsible for helping to make the modern preservation of food and other products a reality for billions of people across the world today. While his research helped to combat spoilage and rancidity in food, he earned 59 U.S. patents too. Oh, and also improved the bacon-curing process (you’re welcome for that one). So, what else did he do?
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The door to the dressing room banged open and you almost
jumped from shock. A grinning – very widely, by the way – Brendan Gallagher led
the pack of exiting athletes. His grin spread even wider when he saw you leaning
against the wall at your usual spot, a little farther from where the fans
gather – so they can have their time with the athletes and not for any other
“Sooo,” he drawled, walking over to you, “I heard you went
to McDonald’s,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
You stand in front of your mirror, taking in your appearance for the night. After meeting Dean last week, he had immediately asked you to go out on a date with him. You had originally scheduled it for last weekend, the night after you two had met at the bar, but he said something “came up” and he couldn’t make it. He was short on the details, so you assumed it had something to do with his top secret FBI job or his family. You told him it was completely fine and that you would just go out this weekend instead.
He didn’t tell you what you’d be doing, so you just opted for something that could work for both a casual date or something nicer. You were in skinny jeans and a sweater, along with your hair down and enough makeup to satisfy you. You wanted to look nice- this was your first date since your breakup with your ex. Plus, Dean is a very attractive guy.
You were about to put on your shoes when you heard a knock at your front door, implying that not only was Dean there, but he was early. Like, fifteen minutes early.
“Shit,” You hurry to put your shoes on, looking in the mirror one last time. You look around your house and see that it’s a huge mess, making you internally groan.
“Hold on!” You yell out to Dean, trying to make the house look a little nicer just in case he decided to come inside. You really hope not.
Your attempt to clean your house within thirty seconds was somewhat of a success, but by the time you open the door you’re out of breath.
“What, did you just run a marathon or something?” Dean gives you an amused look. He’s wearing jeans and a flannel- completely different than the suit he was wearing when you first met him, but goddamn did he still look good.
“I, uh,” You bite your lip, trying to think of something to say. “Anyways, we should go.” You avoid the question, hoping that he doesn’t expect to be let in. You grab your purse from the cabinet on your right and exit the door with Dean.
‘Not even five minutes into the date and I’ve made a complete fool of myself.’ You think to yourself.
“You look great. Even better than I remember.” Dean winks at you as you two walked towards his car.
“Thanks- holy crap, is that your car?” You ogled, seeing his impala parked at the end of your driveway. You don’t know much about cars, but you know enough to know that he had a nice one. Your dad always used to tell you that you can tell a lot about a man by his car.
“Ah, yes, this is baby.” Dean pats his car, and opens the passenger side door to let you in.
“You named your car baby?” You laugh. “Well, ‘baby’ is a nice car.”
“Know much about cars?” He asks, and gets into the driver’s seat.
“I used to. My dad used to know a lot about cars and when I was younger, he would always talk to me about them. I don’t remember much but I do know enough to tell you that you’ve got your hands on a pretty good one.”
“Yeah, it was my dad’s actually. Guess both of our dads liked them.”
“Yup.” You say. “So, mind telling me where we’re going?”
“I was thinking we could go fishing. I heard bass is in season this time of the year.” Dean says with a straight face.
You look over at him oddly, not sure if he’s joking or not. Fishing? What the hell?
“You can relax, babe.” Dean laughs, and he pats your thigh. “I’m only messing with you. I don’t fish. We are going out to eat, though. Hope you like burgers.”
“Oh, thank god.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Burgers sound great.”
“You like my car AND you like burgers? Where have you been all my life?” Dean laughs, being his charming self. You blush at his words even though you know that he’s probably only making a joke.
The ride to the burger place only takes about fifteen minutes, and the place was insanely cute. It was an old 50’s diner style restaurant that was complete with checkered floors and handmade milkshakes.
“This place is adorable.” You admire, walking into the building. Dean leads you to a booth and you two look over your menus.
“So, you’ve been here before?” You ask.
“Yeah, me and my brother Sam used to come here all the time. I come more often than he does now, since he’s an absolute health food freak these days, but I still love this place. The burgers are freakin’ fantastic.”
“Sam’s the one who’s your partner, right? I still think it’s really cool that you two not only have the same job, but you’re also partners. I doubt that happens often. Do you ever get tired of working with him all the time or are you two best friends?” You question.
Dean furrows his eyebrows, and his face seemingly having a confused expression. If he did, it was gone instantly and his smiling self was back.
“Oh, right.” Dean says slowly. “Yeah, nah I don’t really get tired of working with him. He’s a pain in the ass but in the end he’s my brother, and yeah, he’s my best friend. One of them, at least. I have another best friend named Cas.”
“Cas? That’s an odd name. I kind of like it, though.”
“Yeah.” Dean laughs. “We’re just like one big family. But anyways, tell me more about yourself, Y/N. My life is pretty boring, I’d rather talk about yours.”
“Before I do, I need a suggestion on what to order. They all look really good.” You bite your lip, looking at the menu.
“Oh, definitely the cheeseburger with bacon. And make sure you order it with a side of their special sauce, that shit is the bomb.”
Just as he’s saying that, the waitress comes over, a notebook in her hands and a pen behind her ear.
“What can I get for you two today?” She asks, her eyes lingering on Dean longer than necessary. She sets two water glasses down in front of you, filling them both up to the brim.
“We’re both going to get the number four, I think.” Dean looks over at you for approval, and you nod your head.
“Coming right up. See you later, Dean.” The waitress winks at Dean, walking away. Dean immediately puts an uncomfortable smile on his face and looks at you, waiting for your reaction.
“So, know the waitress?” You raise your eyebrow, taking a sip of the water that was left on your table.
“Yeah, I, uh-“ Dean looks obviously flustered, not knowing what to say.
“You can relax, babe. I’m only messing with you.” You joke, repeating what he had told you earlier. You’re not under any impression that he was some lonely, single, virgin man before you met him- I mean, look at him- so you know that the fact that he probably fucked the waitress doesn’t affect you. You’re the one sitting here with him tonight, not her.
“You’re hilarious.” Dean grins. “But anyways, back to talking about you.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Anything, babe. I’m all ears.”
“Well, okay.” You try and think of something. “I’m twenty-four, but you already knew that. I graduated college last year with a degree in nursing. I’m currently working as a nurse at the hospital in town, although I am strongly considering going back to school to get my master’s degree. You already met my best friend Ana, even though she was drunk as all hell. I have two sisters, and both of my parents passed away when I was a teenager. I really like to watch Netflix when I have free time. Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead are my shit. I also like reading but I have a hard time finding books that actually interest me…” You pause, realizing you’re rambling. “Wow, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
“No, it’s okay.” Dean smiles. “I like hearing you talk.”
“Okay.” You blush.
“I didn’t know you’re a nurse. That’s cool as hell.”
“It’s hard.” You admit. “But I really enjoy it.”
“Yeah, that’s how I feel about my job too. It’s hard work, but it’s worth it. You get to save so many people.”
“I could imagine. You get to see some crazy shit being an agent, don’t you? My dad’s best friend used to be a cop, and he would tell me all about the stuff he would see. But he got to save so many people from dying, or kid’s from kidnapping, or just anything like that. It’s completely different from the life-saving that I do, but it’s super important as well.” You say.
“Exactly how I feel.” Dean replies, and you both see your food coming to your table.
“Oh, it smells so good.” Your mouth starts to water, and you realize how hungry you actually are.
You both eat your burgers, continuing to talk about your lives. You learned from him that both of his parents had passed away when he was younger as well, and by the way that he talks about his job, that it’s his life. He really enjoys it. You tell him more about yourself as well, but only dumb things like your favorite color or your favorite food.
Before you know it, the night was coming to an end and he was already dropping you off at your doorstep. The date had gone tremendously well and you prayed that there would be another one.
“I had fun tonight, Y/N.” Dean looks down at you.
“I did, too.”
His eyes are focusing in on your lips, and you look at his. He leans down, and the space between your lips closes. You were expecting a fast and rough kiss, but to your surprise, it was slow and romantic. The kinds of kisses that you see in the movies. And oh man, did he know what he was doing.
You pick up the pace, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands go to your hips, pushing you up against the wall as he continued to kiss you. You’re about to take it a step further when he pulls away, his forehead still touching yours.
“I should go.” His voice comes out low. You can tell that he’s holding himself back, just by the look in his face (but you can also feel it pressing up against your leg, if you catch my drift). You desperately want to tell him to stay, to come inside with you, but you just nod your head.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Dean whispers, and kisses your forehead. You watch him as he walks back to his car, slightly disappointed but also glad that he actually said he’d call.
You walk inside and go straight to your bed, not even bothering to change as you curl up underneath the covers. It was a good night, and you can’t stop touching your lips where his were once pressed up against. One date and you’re already wrapped around his finger.