Sammy held out one of Bobby's old hats and every male put in an item of their own that they could distinguish easily. They blindfolded you and spun you around so that you were disoriented. You reached in and you could hear several guys hold their breath. You finally found something and grabbed a smooth, cold object. You pulled off the blindfold and looked at it. A pocket knife? Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, you had picked either Sam or Dean. Dean took the knife out of your hand and smirked.
"I think that's mine." You frowned nervously and headed to the closet, but on your way there, you tripped over Sam's ridiculously long legs, falling strait into Dean's arms.
"You okay?" He looked down at you, concerned.
You blushed and nodded."Yes, I think so..."
"Alright guys, you know the drill, seven minutes only. SEVEN." Gabriel said irritatedly and closed the closet door, locking it also.
*few awkward seconds*
"So..." You began to say but you got cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips that hummed when you squeaked in surprise.
"That was...wow..." He went back for another kiss while you started to unbutton his shirt. You moaned when you realized he was unzipping your beautiful violet dress. You two were so into the moment, you both didn't realize the door was unlocking itself. (It needed some handiwork.) Next thing you know, you two were falling through the door into a small crowd of people.
*flash*
A camera? You looked up to see a grinning Sam holding a camera. Yup, a camera. Your face flushed and you quickly zipped up your dress and situated yourself. Dean stood up with you and whispered in your ear, "Shall we finish this after the party?"
(This chapter is dedicated to my Dean-crazy bestie, Amy. :P )