Chapter 30

J walked confidently across the dance floor. Everyone seemed to dance around her as she somehow managed to make it through the dancers in a straight line. Her emerald green and honey brown eyes had already found Dean's by the time she had reached its edge.

He could have sworn a spotlight appeared out of nowhere to follow and highlight each of her movements as she reached and stood at the edge of the now still dance floor. Her presence now taking its full effect. Silence had fallen like a blanket over the crowd. The only sounds now were from the band still playing in the corner. It seemed as if every pair of eyes in the joint was now on this one woman.

And this one woman only had eyes for him. Dean gulped at the large lump that had formed in his throat. The power and intensity of her gaze, and the small smirk on her red lips, raising his body temperature substantially. His mouth went dry.

Everyone that had fallen abruptly silent, was now obviously watching her. Male and female alike were staring. Some with awestruck expressions on their faces, others wore looks of jealousy, while still others looked as if they were wrestling with which team they wanted to be on. A few looked entirely dumbstruck.

Dean had thought of many an outfit in the days leading up to this moment. Hell, he had even Googled women's 1940s fashion to get an idea of what he was getting himself into. He had spent hours going through articles and Pinterest boards on the subject. Trying to get some idea of what he was in for.

Every single one was an insult to the image in front of him now. Dean could not even form a coherent thought as he observed the woman now staring him down from across the room. As if she herself wasn't the main attraction at the moment. Like she was blissfully unaware of everyone, but him.

The thought made Dean's stomach drop simultaneously as his heart swelled and thundered in his chest. J was indeed more than a sight to behold. He took a moment to fully take it in.

She wore a floor-length black evening gown with a slit going more than halfway up her thigh on one side. It was form-fitting and hugged every curve flawlessly. The straps of the gown fell elegantly off each shoulder in a sophisticated neckline.

Dean could only watch, speechless, as J started walking again. Now making her way towards him. Her swinging hips making the dress's movements even more dynamic and dramatic.

The dress itself created the unique effect that looked like black, shimmering liquid was continuously cascading around her shoulders, gathering at her small waist, before continuing to flow down to the floor where it fanned and flowed out behind her as she walked.

J walked with purpose and a confidence Dean had not seen of her. At least not this kind of self-assurance. She seemed to be radiating with more than just pure poise. If he was sure of anything it was that she was doing it again; for sure this time. She was commanding the room. In the way only J could.

This time he had a distinct feeling that she was doing it knowingly and very deliberately. Her walk reminded Dean of those supermodels that smoothly sashayed down the runway.

Something sinfully wicked this way comes.

From here, he could hear the fierce and imposing click, click, click of her stiletto heels. Even though she looked to be almost gliding towards him. By the look of fire in her eyes, he knew that she was more than aware that every eye was on her. She was commanding it. And that she was loving every second of it.

The smile that now spread across J's face was enough to elicit a low whistle from Pencil-stache. Dean had almost forgotten he was not the only one watching this display. Let alone from this angle. Or that it would have been easy for the bartender to think J was looking and smiling at him, instead of at Dean.

Dean felt the pyre of flame rise in his throat again. He immediately turned around to tell the dude to back off, but then the bartender spoke again before Dean could interject, "Whomever she is trying to impress tonight is one lucky person. I have never seen her look like that before."

Dean was lucky he had caught himself before he choked on thin air as he trapped the venomous words in his throat before they could come tumbling out. He turned back towards the direction of the dance floor before he could give the bartender a chance to see the blush rise in his face at his comment.

Was J really trying to impress him?

It was then that Dean looked J up and down quickly once more, and it was only then that he noticed them. The red-bottomed heels he had seen in her trunk the other day. That day they had driven all day, Sam driving her car, back to The Roadhouse. The really, really sexy ones that had caught his attention. Dean had forgotten about them. Until now.

Not only was J walking towards him with confidence and purpose, but she was also doing so in those six-inch stiletto heels. Her leg peaking seductively from the slit in her dress with every other step she took. This was not a coincidence. This was far from a coincidence. This was planned!

Their eyes locked again as the thought ran through his mind at how planned this really was. It's a trap! It was then that J smirked his favorite smirk at him. She was telling him he was right. She was trying to impress him. He could feel it. And it was working.

Now J was just passing Madison on her way over to Dean. She lithely slithered right around the blonde, looking down into her face and winking with a devilishly sweet smile. J turned back to Dean, never skipping stride. Madison stopped in her tracks and turned around to keep staring, open-mouthed. She watched as J walked right up to Dean.

"Hello, Dean. Thank you for meeting me here." J said as she smiled shyly at him. They were almost eye-to-eye now with the added height of her heels. The confidence she had embraced mere seconds ago, gone. Dean realized her lips were the same shade of red as the bottoms of her shoes.

He found that sexy on an entirely new level.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. She gave Dean a distinct Brunette Jessica Rabbit vibe with her long hair, styled and swept to one side, sharp winged eyeliner, and red lips. Pure perfection embodied as a person.

The silence J had brought with her into the room had already begun to lift. The spell seemingly having been broken.

Dean noticed the smile spread across Pencil-stache's face from out of the comer of his eye. He glanced over at him, who then motioned for Dean to look in the other direction. Behind J. Dean looked over J's shoulder long enough to catch the heated glare Madison was now giving J to her back.

As Madison turned her back to them to walk away with an ugly sneer on her face, they all distinctly heard her say "Ouch!" as she went to grab at the back of her head.

Madison looked wildly around, looking for the cause or the culprit of her distress. A few people in the vicinity turned to look for a moment before joining back into their conversation.

Not finding anything or anyone that would have touched her, Dean watched as the two women made eye contact again. Dean felt it this time. And it was familiar. An electric pulse seemed to radiate from J at the same time a loud smacking sound was heard.

This time Madison's mouth dropped wide open as her hands flew up to the side of her face. Like she had just been slapped. The sound drew a few glances from people in the immediate area, but nothing more as there was nothing to see.

There was only a look of astonishment on her face as she stared back at J, who just kept that sickly-sweet smile on her face. The side of Madison's face under her hand started to turn pink. The look on Madison's face then turned to pure fear before she hastily retreated back into the club, hands still cupping her reddening face as she went.

The chatter of the club starting to really pick back up again after it's moment of silence at J's appearance. All seeming to be going back to normal after the slight interruption. Everyone was seemingly entirely unaware of the bizarre exchange that has just happened.

J giggled and smiled to herself as said quietly said, "Bitch had it coming." So only Dean could hear.

Dean looked from her, back over her shoulder at where he had last seen Madison's retreating form, then back at J. A shocked look on his face.

"That was you, wasn't it? That whole thing was all you!"

J bit her lip and looked back into Dean's face. Gauging his reaction. She nodded once as she looked around. Making sure no one was listening in.

"Hell, yeah it was. That bitch had her thoughts all over what's not hers. But who can blame her? I mean, look at you. And you were looking pretty single over here from where I was standing. A little hair pulling never did anyone any harm, anyway." J winked at him before her expression turned serious. "Though, she was just downright disrespectful after that. So, I slapped her."

Dean just stared. Unsure of what to say. His mind immediately went to Audrey at the diner. Did J have something to do with that, too? Just as he was beginning to form questions for her she interrupted him.

"Hold that thought. Or should I say thoughts? Let me get us set up first." J said as she turned towards the bar.

"Hey, Dave. How's business tonight?" J asked Pencil-stache, whose real name must have been Dave.

Dave gave her a knowing smile. "Busy as always, Jules. You will explain this to me later." Dave said as he stole a quick glance over her shoulder at Dean.

Dean nodded politely and smiled back at him. He was thankful that this Dave guy had not just caught him staring at J's perfect ass. Dean had been practicing his gratitude in the form of this flawless dress when he had been caught entirely off-guard by something Dave had said.

He had called J 'Jules', not J.

"I'll explain whatever I feel like explaining, whenever I feel like explaining it, Daddy-O. Now, could you be a doll and get me two fresh glasses; and my bottle that I left earlier." J asked sweetly with an even sweeter smile.

"Oooo what special occasion is this?!" Dave said flamboyantly as he turned around and ran off clapping his hands together.

J laughed and then abruptly turned around and grabbed the drink out of Dean's hand before he could protest and put it back down on the bar.

"Hey!" was all Dean said with an affronted look on his face before J turned back around to him. Her eyes flashed.

She was doing it again. She had effectively silenced him with just a look. Dean just threw his hands up in defeat this time. He was definitely going to ask her about this little stunt she kept pulling.

"Don't worry you will thank me in a minute. I will not tolerate you drinking that swill tonight. Not under my watch." J said simply as Dave returned with two glasses and a mostly-full bottle of a dark red colored liquid in a bottle Dean did not recognize.

J reached over, giving Dean another perfect view of the assets, and grabbed a shot glass as Dave put the glasses and the bottle down on the bar.

Dean got a quick look at the label. He was sure that it wasn't in English.

J grabbed the bottle and uncorked it, grabbing the shot glass and filling it. Handing it over to Dave.

"This is for being an amazing friend. And for looking after my other friend who is at the other end of your bar, eyeing up Lucy something fierce. He's the younger brother to this one. Make sure she goes easy on him. I'll pick up his tab, but Lucy is on her own unless he wants to pick up hers."

Dave made somewhat of a spectacle trying to get a clear view of the other end of the bar where Sam was sitting.

"Oh, honey. I thought you said he was the little brother." Dave said with a smirk on his face as he turned back to J taking the shot glass and downing her offering.

Dave pulled a face and hissed.

"I said younger, not shorter." J giggled.

"Whew! We are about to get rowdy up in this bitch!" Dave exclaimed as he turned the shot glass over and put it down on the bar.

"Have fun, sweetheart." Dave said with a wink to J and a nod to Dean.

J grabbed and corked the bottle and grabbed the two clean glasses before looking back to Dean.

"Care to escort a lady to her table"

Dean quickly moved forward, taking the glasses from her and offering her his arm, which she took, curling her arm around his and resting her hand on his upper arm. Dean tried to ignore the shock of electricity that shot down his spine at her touch.

Together they made their way away from the bar and across the club.