Sam sat in the car at the foot of the hill, on the second street over and stared at the house he couldn't miss. It was pink. Barbie's Dream House. One car was in the driveway; a pink Beetle. He supposed he should be thankful the pink car wasn't the Impala but he rather wished it were, for that meant he had found it.
He got out of the car and climbed the steps to the front porch where he rang the pink doorbell. He took in the contents of the porch while he waited for the door to open. Everything was pink and frilly and lacey and delicate: curtains, cushions, carpets, pillows, wind chimes, flowers and decorations. How did one go about getting everything in the same exact shade of pink? And who left their porch furniture out all winter? Least now he understood the name Cupcake. Everything reminded him off frothy pink icing. Soo not his brother's usual type.
"Hi ya, how can I help you?"
Sam blinked, his mouth worked, but no words came out. A full life-sized Barbie doll stood in front of him. She wore pink panties, a pink bra covered with a pink lace crop top and pink Uggs. Freaking 20 degrees outside and the blonde, blue-eyed Barbie stood all but naked in the open doorway.
"Aahh." he licked his lips. Dean had never really been into blondes but hey, dressed like she was with a body like that, who the hell knew she had hair? "I'm…." he cleared his throat. "Brother. My brother, I'm looking for…" he just bet any whipped cream she favored would be pink.
"Awwww. Are you Sammy?" she might as well have been talking to a puppy. "Aren't you just the cutest thing! All floppy hair and big eyes." she reached out and tweaked his chin, pink nails tickling him under the jaw. "Such a good boy, looking for your big brother!"
"Older." did she just pat him on the head? "My older brother." most definitely patted and now she was petting his hair. "Um….I….he…here?" damn, with the way she was palming his chin, it was hard to concentrate, he couldn't think. Forming a complete sentence wasn't possible while she was scratching him behind the ear. WHAT? He shook his head and took a step back. "Deee…." he coughed and tried again. "De…an?"
"Oh sugar…. Mmmmm, Dean, yyeessss….one night with him….Aah." she waved him into the house. "Come on in. No one should be left outside on a night like tonight. Get you a warm blanket, find you something to eat and let you sit by the fire."
"Dean, my brother, is he here?"
"Oh no, he left after supper. I let him out to go to Harkens, only place to be in this town, he must have liked it because he didn't come back." she gave a pretty pout. "I certainly wasn't ready for him to leave….you find him, you bring him back, you hear? I would have been willing to keep him, you know?" she winked and he noticed the pink bows in her hair. "And you too, sugar."