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Jess climbed up on the bathroom sink and sat criss-cross applesauce on the counter in front of the mirror. Dean finally got her her own credit card, under the name Nancy Drew (good one Dean) and the first thing she bought: makeup.
Jess loved her makeup. She never wore much, but she liked to experiment with some things. She remembered when she and Sam were together-
Were together?
Are together?
When Sam was younger?
Before she died?
What's the right way to end that statement?
Wait, are they still together?
Jess remembered Sam would always tease her if her eye liner didn't match or if her lipstick was smudged. Most of the time, if it was, it was always his fault anyway.
Jess threw her hair up in a bun and ran a washcloth over her face. She pulled out her new makeup bag on the counter next to her.
"What are you doing?" came a voice from behind her.
"Hey Cassie."
Cas felt confused at the new nickname, but didn't question it. He stepped in the bathroom and stood next to her at the counter.
"What is all this?"
"Makeup," Jess answered, putting moisturizer on.
"Makeup?"
"Yup. I'm so excited."
"About makeup?"
Cas had heard about the term. He knew Claire wore a lot on her eyes and he saw Mary wear some every now and then. Dean and Sam never did though.
"This makeup, I am assuming it is... female related?"
"Um, yeah I guess?"
Jess threw the moisturizer back in her new makeup bag and pulled out her eye liner. While she put it on, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Cas was slowly looking through her bag.
"What is this?" he asked, pulling out an eyelash curler and opening it.
"It's for my eyes."
"It looks… like a torture device."
"Well yeah, I was scared of it at first, but it's not so bad. See?"
Jess lined up the curler to her eye and used it. She looked back at Cas. He was amazed at how different her eyes looked.
Jess curled her other eye and threw it back in her bag. She pulled out her mascara as Cas pulled out a bottle of nail polish, opened it, and sniffed it.
"Is this witchcraft?" he asked, trying not to gag on the scent.
"It may as well be."
Cas read the color name on the label. Demon Blood. He started to get nervous.
When Jess looked at herself in the mirror, he quickly put the bottle in his pocket. He would definitely check it out later with the guys.
"What is this?" he asked, pulling a tampon out of the bag.
"That is not makeup related," Jess answered, quickly taking it out of his hand and throwing it back in the bag.
"But it is still female related?"
"Yes." Was all Jess could answer.
Cas shrugged. He watched Jess dig through the bag, pull out her lip gloss, and carefully apply it.
Cas looked through her bag again and picked up a tube similar to the lip gloss Jess was using. Cas took the lid off, twisted the lipstick all the way up, and admired it.
"Hey guys," Sam said, walking by the bathroom. He stopped once he realized what he was witnessing. "Whatcha doing?"
"Jessica is applying makeup and I am watching."
"I can see that. He's not bothering you, is he?"
"No he's fine," Jess answered. She started to gather all her items and put them back in the makeup bag.
"Sam." Cas said suddenly. He sounded so serious. He nodded his head toward the door and left the bathroom. Sam was confused but followed Cas.
"What's up?"
"I found this in Jessica's bag," he said, pulling the nail polish out of his pocket.
"A bottle of nail polish? Hate to break it to you Cas, but that's not that surprising."
"Look at the label."
"Demon blood. What about it?"
Cas gave him a look.
"Dude, I appreciate you being concerned, but there's nothing to worry about. You should see the names some of these nail polishes have. Demon Blood is nothing. Princess Bubblegum Pink Passion Fruit Fusion is when we should be concerned."
"I definitely didn't see any of that in there."
Sam laughed.
"Look, Dean already did the tests. She's clean. I swear."
"If you and Dean say so."
Sam took the bottle and went back into the bathroom.
"Sorry. Cas tried to steal this."
"If he wanted to borrow it, he could have just asked," Jess teased.
"I'll let him know."
"Remember when I used to do your nails?"
"You don't talk about that here!" Sam said, lowering his voice.
"What? Is that forbidden in your little man cave?"
"It's a bunker," Sam corrected.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize we lived during wartime."
Sam laughed uncomfortably. If only she knew.
Jess didn't notice.
"Your eye liner's crooked," Sam teased.
"Shut up," Jess whined. "It is not."
"Yes it is. You're winging it on one side."
"Maybe I did that on purpose."
"No you didn't."
"Shut up," Jess said again, trying to fix her eyeliner.
Sam laughed and watched her. He missed this.
"What?" Jess asked innocently. "I swear to God if you tell me I fucked this up even more-"
"Uh, nope," Sam answered quickly. He took a breath. "Just glad to know you're putting that credit card to good use."
"Okay, I'm done!" Jess announced, jumping off the counter. "How do I look?"
"Um, y-you look good."
Jess smiled sweetly and left the bathroom.
Sam stood there in the doorway. For a minute, he forgot about everything. It was just him and Jess. No Dean, no bunker, no 13 year age difference. Just him and his girlfriend, joking around in the bathroom.
Girlfriend?
Girlfriend.
Sam smiled again at the word.
"Sam!" Dean called.
"In here!"
"Tell Jess she's not allowed to put makeup on in front of the angel again, okay?"
"Yeah Dean, I'll tell her."
Tell my girlfriend.
Later that night, Jess stood in front of the mirror, taking her makeup off with a makeup wipe.
Cas, against all of Dean's orders, sat on the floor watching.
"Are you sure this isn't witchcraft?" Cas asked, after witnessing her take everything off.
"Night Cassie."
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