Sioux Falls South Dakota, 2000
I smile nervously at my uncle, cheeks tinted a light pink as I stand before him and John Winchester in my prom dress—a dark purple strapless one, with a bit of white surrounding the corset-style top and stops at the back just above the skirt of it, the end of the skirt brushes the floor, concealing my purple and black American Nightmare heeled shoes. John gives me one of his rare smiles as I carefully walk down the stairs, tip of my tongue sticking out slightly as I attempt to get down without tripping and breaking something—most likely an ankle and my face. "How do I look," I ask softly, pushing a strand of my blonde hair out of my face.
"You look great, Liz," Uncle Bobby assures me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me into the living room where Sam and Dean were waiting for me—watching a football game. "Hey, idjits, get up and show the lady here some respect." I swear he was determined to keep a blush on my face for the entire time I'm here tonight. The guys stand up, Dean's jaw dropping the moment he sees me. This is the first time I've ever worn a dress, probably the last time too.
"Close your mouth or you'll start catching flies," John demands jokingly. He blushes, looking down at his scuffed up biker boots, mumbling a yes sir. I bite my lower lip, glad I decided against lipstick and went with chap stick instead. Sighing, I take Sam's arm and stand in front of the door—letting Uncle Bobby take a picture before we head out to the Impala, Dean following close behind to drive us there.
"You look great, Liza," Dean tells me, knowing I needed a confidence boost. I've never gone to a dance before so all of this is new to me. "Who's your date, anyway?"
"Um, I don't have one." He looks at me using the rearview mirror, green eyes showing his curiosity. "I don't really have any friends and hadn't planned on even going until Sam told me I didn't have a choice."
"Well, Sam, you got a date?"
"Yep, Rachel Nayv," Sam answers in a proud tone, missing the glare Dean throws his way.
"Let me get this straight, you're making Liza go to prom and you're not even goin' as her date?" Sam and I share a look.
"If I went with Sam to prom it would be too awkward and neither of us would enjoy it," I point out matter-of-factly. He rolls his eyes, pulling into the student parking lot and turning to face me. "If you're going to give some speech about participating I'll punch you in the face." He chuckles, getting out of the car and opening my door for me, holding out his arm for me to take when I get out.
"I'm gonna be your date tonight." I begin to laugh, thinking he was joking. With the exception of the past couple of months, Dean and I could hardly stand to be around each other for more than an hour. When I realize I'm the only one laughing I begin to quiet down, looking at him with a shocked expression. "I'm serious, no one should be dateless on prom night and I'll be damned if you, of all people, are." Sighing, I take his arm in resignation, walking into the high school gym where a P!nk song is playing. Dean winces at the bad music, but says nothing. He liked the music his father listens to over everything else; I can't really blame him either, John's music was definitely better than some of the crap they play now.
When we enter the gym I notice some of the girls glaring in my direction when they see who I'm with, most of them had crushes on Dean and I used to be one of them. Actually, I guess I do still have a small crush—enough of one that makes me blush around him easily. "I think your fangirls are pissed off," I tell him softly with a grin. I'd hopped from school to school all my life and making other girls jealous was rare for me. I normally kept my hair in a braid, wearing sweat pants and hoodies, and the wire-framed glasses didn't usually attract guys, but neither did my temper. Dean looks around the room, oblivious to what I meant.
"Wanna drink?" I nod and we walk over to the large bowl of punch. He ladles some into two small cups, taking a flask out of his jacket
pocket. "Want some?" I nod again, alcohol not being a new thing to me. Hell, I drank my first beer on my fifteenth birthday with Sammy and John while Bobby was away helping his friend Rufus. "You sure, it's pretty strong?"
"Dean, just pour the damn drink." He chuckles, pouring some of the amber liquid in my drink before handing it to me and leading me over to one of the tables near a corner of the room. "Thank you." He looks up at me, his head cocked slightly to the right as he takes a drank. "Um, for being my...taking me to the prom and for the liquid courage." I chuckle nervously, staring down at the table, unable to meet his gaze.
"No problem, Liza; I'd rather be your date than have one of these perverts taking advantage of you." Blushing, I look out at the other kids, dancing and having fun in general. One of them was Bryan, my ex who was sending me a death glare every few seconds.
An Hour Later
"Feel like dancing?" I look over at the twenty-year-old, gulping down the rest of my drink before holding out my hand for him. We walk towards the others and out the doors, heading towards the Impala. "I thought we'd dance to some good music unlike those mindless apes in there." Laughing, I lean against the trunk and take off my heels while Dean picks out a tape to listen to. "I think you'll like this one." Don't Fear the Reaper begins to play and I sway along, Dean joining me a moment later.
"I'm sorry this prom sucks, I didn't have much of a vote in it." He shrugs, wrapping an arm around my waist as a slower, but still catchy, song begins to play. "I mean, we would definitely have better music."
"It's fine," he assures me, resting his forehead against my own. "I was serious when I said you looked great, by the way." His voice is low, warm breath caressing my face in a way that I wish he would. "You always do, especially with those geeky glasses of yours." I had recently replaced said glasses with contacts so that I didn't have to wear them tonight. Slowly, surprisingly, he presses his full lips against mine and just as surprisingly, I find myself kissing him back. It was exactly how I imagined kissing Dean would be: gentle, warm, safe inside his arms. It was nothing like how my ex-boyfriend tried to kiss, he was more into pleasing himself so I ended up kicking him out of my room and telling him to come back when he learned how to kiss. My eyes close as I lean more into him, running the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip. He instantly parts his lips, our tongues battling for dominance.
He groans, pressing me against the Impala, one of his hands tangling in my thick hair and the other gripping my hip. Reluctantly, we pull apart for air, Dean trailing kisses down my neck to my bare shoulder. I moan, tilting my head to the side to give him better access, feeling my skin start to heat up despite the cold night. I'd never done this before and so I'm glad it's Dean that's introducing me to it—I know him better than any other boy at my school. "Dean," I gasp as he nips at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, soothing it over with his tongue directly afterwards.
I can feel him chuckle against my neck as he begins to kiss, nip, and lick his way up to my ear. "Did you like that, Liza?" He sucks on my earlobe, the hand on my hip moving to squeeze my ass. "Hmm, you'll love this," he teases. He covers my lips with his own again, showing me no mercy and I love it. I'm pulled flush against him, my fingers pulling him closer by his short, dirty-blonde hair.
"Excuse me," hisses the nasally voice of my art teacher. Her frizzy black hair sticking up at all angles as she marches over to us, hands on her hips. Dean backs away from me, but keeps one of my hands in his. "Dean Winchester, of course it's you." He shoots me a look, subtly nodding towards the Impala; I give him an impish smile, showing him that I understand perfectly. He runs to the driver's side of the Impala and I climb into the passenger's side; hauling ass out of the school parking lot to wherever Dean feels like going. I let out a laugh, tilting my head back as I do so, feeling stress-free for the first time in who-knows-how-long.
"God, what is it about you that makes me do stupid shit like that," I ask, a large smile still plastered on my flushed face. Dean gives me a smug grin, resting one of his hands on my knee, rubbing it through the silky fabric of my dress.
"I guess I just have that effect on people, sweetheart." I bite my bottom lip again, a habit I picked up in middle school. He glances over at me again before returning his gaze on the road. "You, uh, wanna see something?" I tilt my head to the side slightly, observing him.
"Why not, I'm not expected back home till around midnight—then Cinderella becomes a hunter again." That was mine and Bobby's little joke, when I was younger I had become obsessed with Cinderella and so that metaphor had stuck with me ever since and I didn't mind it one little bit. "Besides, we should be able to have a little fun every now and then without Bobby or John breathing down our necks."
"That's right," Dean agrees, flashing me a devious grin, which I return with one of my own—a hand resting on his thigh. He drives to through a in the forest, carefully maneuvering the Impala where he wanted it to go, stopping when we reach a small outcrop that overlooks Sioux Falls, surrounded by some of the delicate white flowers that started to appear outside my bedroom door every Saturday. He opens his door, moving to stand in front of the Impala with his arms outstretched. "You comin' or not, Cinderella?" I was out of the car and back in his embrace in a second, kissing him with more passion than back in the parking lot. God, what is it about this man...? He lays me down on a blanket he'd laid out before, making sure I was comfortable before continuing his teasing. One of his hands starts working on the zipper of my dress, pulling back to make sure I was okay with it. I nod slightly, encouraging him with my hazel eyes.
I wanted Dean to be my first, I knew he was experienced and he knew what he was doing—he'd be gentler than any other I could have asked. My nipples turn hard as bullets when the cool wind reaches them, no longer protected by the fabric of my gown. He takes one peak in his warm mouth, his tongue running circles around it, tugging every so often with his teeth; one of his hands massages my left breast, making sure to give them equal attention. "D-dean," I gasp, keeping his head pressed into me as I arch my chest against his mouth. His free hand finds its way up the skirt of my dress and to a place that only I've ever touched, rubbing the sensitive nub at the top and making me writhe against him. "Oh, my God!"
He brings his face even with mine, breath ghost against my face as he whispers," No, just me, Liza." I bite back a moan as he starts to suck on my neck, leaving his mark so that all will know who I belong to. One of his long, thick fingers circle my opening, his calloused thumb still rubbing circles on my clit. He has me shaking when he finally inserts that finger, moving it in and out slower than I thought possible, too slow for me to reach my release. The knot in my stomach stretching even more the longer he works on me, threatening to snap...just a little more and..."Dean!" My back lifts off the blanket, pushing myself against him even more as I ride out my climax. He smirks against my chest, feeling proud of what he had just caused. Breathing comes in short gasps as I try to compose myself once more to no avail; my senses were in hyper drive and Dean wasn't helping any as he continues to work on my, unrelenting in his sweet torture.
"Elizabeth?" His voice is raspy, low, and filled with the pent-up lust I can see in his green eyes. I nod slowly, standing on shaky feet so that my dress would fall completely off, landing in a pool of silk at my feet. His gaze trails from my face to my toes and back up again, lingering on my B-cup breasts that had just been lavishing with attention. "Are you sure," he asks, standing as well, looking a little uncertain.
"I'm sure, Dean...been sure for a while, actually." He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a foil package that I had only seen once before, in the Sex ED class I was forced to take back in seventh grade. He lays the small, square package on the hood of the Impala as he begins to undress, starting with his leather jacket. Nervously, I take a step forward and begin to help him; pulling his shirt over his head and placing light kisses on his newly exposed skin. He groans as I flick my tongue over one of his nipples, both of my hands working on his belt buckle as he brings my face up to his in a bruising kiss. His pants and boxers fall to the ground, hard member springing up at attention. He rolls the condom on and lays me down on the blanket, looking at me for conformation as he brings the tip even with my opening. I nod once to let him know I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
"This is goin' to hurt a little bit, Liza," he warns. I already knew this; I learned it from some of my 'friends' that had already had sex. He thrusts in, wincing at my whimper of pain. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, kissing away a tear that had managed to escape. It felt weird having something so hard inside of me, the pain slowly fading away and being replaced by an immense pleasure as he gently moves inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist so that he can go deeper, ankles locking together. His head falls to my shoulder, biting down slightly as he begins to thrust harder and faster. He hits a spot inside me that causes me to let out a hoarse scream, seeing stars. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks, begging him to go harder, faster, anything to make the tightening sensation reach its peak. Just a little more! "Liza…so tight." He's as breathless as I am as he takes a hardened nipple in his mouth again, urging me to reach completion. "So…close." He reaches down, pinching at my sensitive nub; that simple action is my undoing, making Dean fall off the edge with me as I clench around him.
"God," I gasp, head thrown back and breasts pressed against his toned chest. "Oh, Dean…" We lay there for a few more minutes, simply trying to catch our breath; I, personally, felt a pleasant tingling sensation all over, my body buzzing with an energy that I've never felt before. He leans down, placing a light kiss on my damp forehead and mumbling that we should be headed back before my carriage turned back into a pumpkin. "Yeah, I guess so."
When we get inside Uncle Bobby's house I rush upstairs, planning to put on my nightgown that would easily hide the mark Dean had left on me. If Bobby or John saw it they would probably be madder than hell and try to find out just who's ass they had to kick. A few minutes later I joined the others in the kitchen for a beer, that strange energy still buzzing inside me. "So, what did you do tonight, Cinderella," Uncle Bobby asks. All eyes land on me, each pair filled with curiosity except for one—that pair is filled with a knowing amusement.
"Oh, you know, danced a little and raised some hell," I answer, hazel eyes locked with Dean's green ones, a smirk gracing my pale features.
Elizabeth's dress and shoes links are in the link part of my profile!