Chapter 12

For Eric, the next few hours were complete torture. Sarah had brought up a bag and a box and Leila refused to tell any of them what was in either one. She had spent two hours in the bathroom, forcing Eric to use Sam's and Dean's. The three men had changed into button up shirts and nice jeans.

"Leila, Sam and Dean already made a reservation, hurry up!" Eric said, pounding on the bathroom door.

"Hold your horses, Fuller! I'm almost done!"

"You've been in there for two hours, what could you possibly be doing for that long?!"

"Just wait! I'm doing something!"

"It better be good!"

"Trust me, it will be."

Eric turned to Sam and Dean and growled, "She's gonna make us late."

Dean laughed, "She's a chick, dude. She's gonna take a while."

"Yeah, but did she have to do that today? I haven't had anything to eat, because I heard this place has the best food there is. If she doesn't hurry, I'll die of starvation."

Sam's and Dean's jaws dropped and they pointed behind Eric.

"What is it with men and food?" Leila asked from the bathroom doorway. Eric turned around slowly and saw why their jaws dropped so quickly.

Leila was dressed in a tight black sheath dress that came three-quarters of the way down her thighs. The collar dipped low on her chest and she turned around slowly. The dress had no back, leaving her tanned skin completely visible. The straps tied behind her neck. Around her neck was a silver diamond cross with a blood-red ruby in the center. Glitter covered her chest and shoulders, making her sparkle under the bright light. Her full lips were shaded a light red and her bright green eyes were brought out by a heavy layer of eyeliner. She wore black studded heels that tied around her ankles and wound up her legs.

She smiled and walked toward Eric, stopping in front of him. She touched his chin and laughed, "Shut your mouth, you're drooling."

Eric closed his mouth quickly and she walked past him to the table. She slipped a few things into a small black bag and turned back to face Eric, Sam, and Dean, "You guys like it?"

Dean just sat there unblinking. Sam smiled, "It looks great. Is that what you called your aunt for?"

She nodded and looked at Eric, "Eric?"

"I... it's, uh... I mean... wha-... wow."

"Full sentences, please?" she said.

"You look great," Eric replied quietly, "So, uh... so, this is why you took so long?"

"Yeah, with the hair issues and everything... does my hair look alright?"

He nodded sharply and looked her over once more. He'd never noticed before how beautiful she was. Tall, slender, beautiful skin.

The only thing he could think to say was in Spanish. He sighed and it slipped before he could think twice about saying it, "Una vision de la belleza brillante pura esta estando parada antes de mi y no una palabra vendra a mis labios silenciados."

A/N I don't speak Spanish, but I'm learning. I don't know if this is right, but I got it off so I trust it even though it's been wrong before. If it is, please let me know so I can change it. But anyway, it's supposed to mean, "A vision of pure beauty is standing before me and not a word will come to my silenced lips." I know, it's cheesy, but it's the sweetest thing I could think of at the moment.

Leila smiled and tilted her head, "Aussie boy speaks Spanish? I didn't know that."

Eric cleared his throat, "Yeah, well."

Dean stood up, "We'd better get going if we're gonna make it in time."

Leila nodded and grabbed her bag. Sam motioned for her to go out first and Eric followed her. Sam and Dean followed them both down to the lobby, where Sarah was waiting to see them off.

"I hope you all have fun," she said, watching Eric's expression. He kept his eyes on Leila and walked silently to the car. Dean got in the driver's seat and started the car. Sam sat next to him quietly. Eric and Leila sat in the back seat and Eric kept stealing glances at Leila. He could hardly believe she dressed up. He'd never once seen her in a dress, let alone makeup. But he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it.

A/N I'm a cheesy guy. I'm sorry.