I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ITS CHARACTERS.
Music Credit/Song Suggestion: "Kiss Me Like the World is Ending" - Avril Lavigne featuring Mod Sun
'I shoulda known the time was comin'.
Yeah, i t's just like me, to be kinda all or nothin'.
I can't stop.
Try to catch me, if you can.
I was born on the run, but I'll die holdin' your hands.
Yeah…'
Chapter Three:
I yawned, as I went through the motions of getting myself ready for the morning. I paid extra attention to covering up the yellowing bruise along my jaw. I hate having to answer all the questions that come with my visible injuries left by my oh-so-loving dad. It didn't hurt that the better I looked, the better my tips would be.
I sighed and covered what I could, before setting to work adding white eyeliner to my waterline and a little brown eyeliner to my top lash-line. It made my eyes look bigger, and my lashes thicker. I added a smidge of dark green eyeshadow, making my eyes pop even more than normal. I added a bit of brown mascara to my lashes and I was done. A little bit of tinted lip balm and I looked as good as I could. This is the extent of my makeup knowledge.
I slipped on a clean pair of plain black boyshorts and my trusty pushup bra, before donning an old, tight pair of black leggings that made my butt look good, and a thick, tight-fitting grey henley. I left all but the bottom button undone, and slid on an oversized plaid overshirt with blues, and greens that complimented my eyes. I pulled on a thick pair socks, but lacing up my combat boots.
I heard books fall and poked my head out of the bathroom, in time to see Sammy gathering his school supplies. I laughed and he looked up and made a face at me.
"You almost ready, Kiddo?" I asked, as I deposited my phone and my wallet to a pocket on the thigh. He nodded and went to brush his teeth in the bathroom. I slipped a couple of hair-ties onto my wrist and grabbed my brown leather jacket, and waited on my meandering brother.
"Dean, do you mind if I go over to Jess' after school? We have an English project we have to wok on. Kevin said that his mom could take me and bring me home later, if it was okay with you. I told her that I didn't remember your schedule today. I promise Jess' mom will be home, so we won't be alone or anything." Sam asked, as we walked into the diner. I nodded.
"Are you sure she doesn't mind taking you? I can always pick you up, if you need, Sammy. It won't be a problem." I assured him. He nodded, quickly, as an excited grin curved across his face. I ruffled his hair and he groaned. I just laughed. He's getting so tall, he's already a couple of inches taller than me. "Then it's okay with me, just keep your phone on. Okay? I trust you. You already know that, Kiddo." I reassured him.
"Great! Thanks, Dean! You're the best sister ever!" He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a loud kiss to my cheek. I just chuckled and squeezed him back.
"Don't mention it, Sammy. What do you want for breakfast? Sandwiches okay for lunch?" I asked, as I wrapped my server's apron around my waist.
"Eggs in a basket? And fruit salad?" He pressed. I nodded and gave him a wink, before going to tell Garth what Sammy wanted for breakfast.
"Mornin', Deano!" He and Gabriel greeted me in unison.
"Hey guys," I said with a smile. "Sammy wants eggs in a basket and fruit salad." I repeated.
"Comin' right up! You want the same?" Garth asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, but we could get some bacon, too? And extra toast. Kid is growing like a freaking weed, I swear. I barely remember what it was like, when I was taller than he was." I grumbled.
"That's not hard, Kiddo. You're more fun-sized, than I am." Gabe teased me. I just stuck out my tongue, like the dignified adult I am. He just laughed. "Go relax with Sammy. I'll bring your breakfast out in a jiff. Cassie should be in soon, and I know he was excited to see you this morning. All he's been able to talk about is you guys going to that apiary. He likes you almost as much as his bees. And that's no easy feat."
"Hello, Dean." Cas greeted with a smile, as he sat across from me, in my booth with Sam. I smiled at him and tried not to blush.
"Heya, Cas. It's good to see you. I thought you might wanna be the one to give Sammy the good news." I grinned. Sam looked up from his food and glanced from me to Cas.
"We're going to an apiary on Saturday. Dean has the day off. We thought we could make a day of it." Cas explained.
"We are?! That's awesome. I can't wait." Sam exclaimed. I tuned out his excited chatter as his words started to go a mile a minute. I drank my coffee and tried to memorize the feeling of the warmth that was filling my chest.
"Clarence, there you are." Meg said, before sitting down next to me.
"Hey Meg," I breathed, mid-sip of my coffee. She smirked at me and looked like she was studying me and taking note of my appearance.
"You know, Dean, you're very pretty. I mean, you're a complete knockout. It's a shame that you don't know how to do your makeup properly." She mused. I just laughed. Makeup has never been a priority for me. It's always just been a necessary means to an end, if anything.
"Dean is beautiful with or without makeup. You know that, Meg." Castiel tutted. I flushed and my face grew warm. I knew that I was blushing something fierce.
"Yes, yes, Clarence. I know that. I wasn't questioning her beauty. She has a face that I would be happy to sit on, any day of the week. My point is that if she had quality products and knew how to apply them, then those pesky bruises wouldn't be a problem." Meg explained, completely undeterred by her more socially inept best friend.
I blinked and just stared at her. I know she means well, which, is a feat for Meg. But. I wasn't sure how to take that information.
"Ooh, are we talking about a makeover?" Anna asked, joining our table.
"No," I refused.
"Dean, it won't be that bad. I promise. I have so many giftcards to Sephora. It'll be my treat. Maybe we can hit up the mall? Let us spoil you, a little bit. I really need a girls' day." Anna suggested. I just balked at them.
"I don't really have the extra money to spend at the mall. I was going to surprise Sammy with getting new clothes on Saturday, with Cas." I mumbled.
"Sunshine, did you hear what Anna said? It'll be our treat. We'll treat you. I know that I'm prickly and I don't have a lot of practice being nice to people outside of the Milton-Novak family, but I do like you, Dean, and I consider to be a friend. Let us pamper you a little, before your date with Clarence. You always take care of everyone else. You deserve to be taken care of, too." Meg pressed. I sighed and tried not to focus on the myriad of things her spiel was making me feel. I gave a stiff nod.
"Okay. Fine. We can go. I'm off this afternoon. I was going to pull a double, but, if you want, we can go shopping instead." I agreed. Anna cheered and leaned across the table to hug me. I laughed and did my best to return it.
"And if you decide that Clarence isn't your type, after Saturday, then maybe I'll look like a solid contender, after we've spent more time together." Meg added with a shrug and smirk.
"Meg, stop trying to steal my date." Cas interjected, lightheartedly. I let out a tiny squeak that was far too embarrassing to acknowledge.
"Uh, Cas, it can't be a date, if I'm there. I know I'm only twelve, but even I know that." Sam snorted.
"Sounds like you're a hot commodity over here, Deano." Gabe teased, as he came over to refill my coffee.
"God, kill me now."
"It really won't be that bad, Dean. I promise." Anna said, as she looped her arm through mine, and Meg grabbed my hand. There was no way that I'd be escaping this. Stacy London and Clinton Kelly would be proud of Anna and Meg's determination to see this makeover through, even if it is at my behest.
"Dean… have you ever kissed a girl before?" Meg asked me, as a mischievous smirk etched on her face. I blushed and looked down.
"I've never kissed anyone before." I admitted, blushing profusely.
"Wait, ever?" Anna asked, pulling us to a stop.
"Um, is that bad?" I asked, feeling completely mortified. I was only sixteen, but still, everyone I know has already kissed someone. I gnawed on my lip and refused to make eye contact. They both think I'm eighteen. I'm sure I'll never hear the end of this.
"Of course not! There is nothing wrong for wanting to wait." Anna promised.
"I mean… it's not like I've been saving myself for marriage or anything… It just hasn't happened yet." I breathed, as I ran a hand through my hair, nervously.
"You can kiss me, Cupcake. We can practice, when we leave here. I'll be gentle. Don't worry." Meg offered, looking more sincere than I was used to.
"Or me. Or both. Meg was my first kiss, but I think that I'm gay." Anna added with a shrug. I nodded, quietly, processing the information.
"I'm fluid." Meg chimed in with a shrug of her own.
"I'm pan, I think. You would tell me if was super weird that I haven't kissed anyone yet, right?" I asked, biting down on my lip, again.
"What's weird is that you're a bombshell and you haven't kissed anyone yet, but after knowing you, no. I don't think it's weird. You've been taking care of your brother for forever, and you're like both parents and his older sister rolled into one. That absolute deadbeat dad of yours certainly isn't doing you any favors. And look, I'm the first one to give anyone shit for anything, but it's not a big deal.
"You don't have to kiss us, or losing your kiss cherry, before you're ready to. I just thought that you might be nervous about your date with Clarence, and practicing might put you at ease, a little. I mean… not that you need to practice.
"The way he looks at you, is like you're the only planet in his orbit. It wouldn't matter if the diner was filled with naked, fox-trotting bodies, because he wouldn't notice." Meg told me, seriously. I let myself mull over her words, feeling surprisingly touched.
"I think that practicing would make me feel better. I don't have a lot of friends, and I definitely don't have a lot of female friends, but I am thankful for the two of you. I know I'm not always good with words, or making myself a priority. It's just something I haven't really been able to have the luxury of doing. Ya know?
"Ever since Sammy was born, it was always my job to take care of him. Mom died, right after he was born, and it's no secret what our dad is like. As long as Sam's okay, I'm okay. I know the pecking order.
"I know Cas already spilled the beans on me not finishing school. I'm still surprised Gabe hired me, since I don't even have my GED, but I'm grateful, nonetheless." I admitted.
I blinked, as both girls wrapped their arms around me in a tight hug. I did my best to hug them back and I let myself just be especially thankful to have them both as my friends.
"Meg, this concealer is like $30. What's wrong with what I already have? Is there like crushed gold in this?" I squeaked, as I eyed the IT Cosmetics concealer, skeptically. Anna just laughed.
"Trust me, it's worth it. It'll cover hickeys or whatever else. We'll get some color-correcting concealer, too. It's a must-have for bruises." Anna replied, her voice soft, and judgement free.
I gave her a wry grin, sheepishly. I just nodded, and let them continue to add things to the basket in my hands. Meg slipped two eyeshadow palettes in, as Anna added a couple of long-lasting Maybelline liquid lipsticks. I was starting to lose track of everything. Why do women need all of these things? There is just so much.
What have I gotten myself into?
After the girls helped me bring everything up to the apartment above the diner, we left, again. We went to a lake, kind of in the middle of nowhere, where we wouldn't be overheard, or spied on. Anna arranged for Cas to hang out with Sam tonight, until we got back. I was nervous.
"Relax, Cupcake. It's just a kiss. I promise it won't be scary." Meg told me. I nodded and wiped my palms on my leggings, trying to get rid of my nerves. She cupped my face and leaned in slowly, bringing her lips to mine. I gasped, against her lips. I kissed her back, and marveled at the feel of it. I don't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. It… it feels good.
She kept moving her lips against mine and I did my best to follow her lead. Slowly, she slid her tongue across my bottom lip, and coaxed my mouth open. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, as I tentatively touched her tongue with mine. She moaned into the kiss and moved closer to me. My hand went to her hair and I pressed my body closer to hers.
After a few minutes, we broke apart, panting. Her lips are red and swollen and she looked wrecked. She touched her forehead to mine, as I touched my lips. Wow. So, that's what kissing is all about? I get it now.
"Holy shit," Anna breathed. A nervous laugh escaped my lips, before Meg joined in. "Yeah, I'm definitely, definitely gay." She announced. That inspired more snickers from all of us.
"I understand why everyone is obsessed now." I mused, softly. Meg winked at me, with a smirk.
"Not everyone is good at it, but it's definitely fun to practice." Meg admitted, still sounding a little out of breath. "How're you feeling?" She asked. I bit my lip and smiled, shyly.
"Good. I, um, I enjoyed it. A lot." I admitted, blushing something fierce. "Thank you, for letting me practice with you."
"Anytime." She grinned.
"Are you ready for your makeover?" Anna asked. I just groaned.
"I forgot." I whined. They both laughed.
I tried to remember all the tips and tricks that the girls taught me. They were right about the better concealer. And a little bit of blush works wonders. Who knew? Not me. My biggest surprise was how much I liked the liquid lipstick. It didn't come off at all, once it dried. They insisted on crimson bringing out the green in my eyes, and they weren't wrong.
I had gotten new clothes, too, much to my dismay. Just newer versions of the things that I already wore. Some new leggings, a couple of thick-knitted cardigans – because apparently, I can't live in plaid, which, rude – a few tight-fitted v-necks, some new push-up bras, new boyshorts, a sports bra, two pairs of dark-washed skinny jeans, and a pair of over-the-knee black biker boots. The one thing that I did splurge on, with my own money, was a bottle of cologne. It smelled so good and was an instant confidence booster.
I promised the girls that I would wear some of the new purchases to work today. I had my face made up, and I donned a tight green v-neck, a thick grey knitted cardigan – pushed to my elbows – and a new pair of black leggings. My trusty boots were on my feet, as I put my hair in low pig-tails, to keep my hair out of my face. I bit my lip, suddenly nervous.
"Whoa." Sam breathed, as he walked into the living room, ready for school. "You look amazing, Dean, just like Mom, with the red lipstick, like prom picture." He grinned. I glanced down at my feet.
"You really think so, Sammy?" I asked, nervously. He nodded with a sheepish smile, before hugging me. "Thanks, Kiddo." I said, as I gave him a tight squeeze, and kissed his cheek. "God, I still can't believe that you're taller than I am." I grumbled.
"Dean, you're not even tall. I'm pretty sure most children are taller than you, already." He teased.
"Shh, let me stay delusional a little while longer." I shook my head. He was taller than me, but saying that most children are also taller than me, was just rude and not true. Sam just laughed all the way down to the diner. "Bitch," I teased.
"Jerk," Sam replied with a shit-eating grin.
"Holy shit, Dean," Garth exclaimed, as we walked in the door. I'm pretty sure my face is bright freaking red.
"Wow," Gabe added, with a low whistle.
"I hate you both." I promised them, putting my apron on.
"You know, Deano, Cassie isn't the only one in the Milton-Novak bunch." He teased, wagging his eyebrows. I smirked and stared him down.
"Oh, I know. Anna is single, too. And I'm her type, so." I added, with a wink. Gabe gaped at me, as Sam snorted with laughter. Garth cackled, as Gabe tried to think of a witty comeback. "Come to think of it, I'm Meg's type, too." I shrugged. Sam tried to hide his laughter and failed miserably.
"Trust me, Clarence, you'll be glad we got here early." Meg's voice filled my ears. Speak of the demon. "Morning, Cupcake." She winked. I gave her a quick hug, and then looked at Cas. His eyes looked me over with appreciation.
"You look wonderful, Dean." He smiled, before hugging me. I let myself burrow into his embrace, as I squeezed him back. God, he smells so fucking good. He pulled away, just enough to glance down at me. I grinned up at him and stood on my tiptoes, so I could press a soft kiss to his cheek. He beamed at me, before letting me go.
"Is everyone done accosting my sister?" Sam asked, waving a menu, hoping to order his breakfast.
"Oh, I don't know, Sam… She hasn't even kissed me good morning, yet." Meg teased, with a mischievous winkle in her eye. I hid my face.
"Wait… Meg, you were serious about that?" Cas asked in a soft, confused voice. He looked from me to Meg, looking more aroused, than anything.
"As a heart attack, Clarence. I taught your lady how to kiss. Maybe we'll show you sometime, when we don't have an audience." She said, pressing a kiss to my cheek, before sitting next to Sammy.
"I think I would like that." He decided. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear, making me shiver. "Does this mean that we can practice kissing, too, if our not-date on Saturday goes well?" He whispered. I think I forgot how to breathe. I looked up at his too blue eyes and nodded.
"Y-yes," I stammered. Well, fuck. Did that really just happen? This can't be my life. Someone pinch me.
'The stars shine, for the two of us…
So sweet and mysterious.
Got a question, baby, t ruth or dare?
Spin the bottle.
I'll be waitin' there.
Yeah.
Ki ss me, just like the world is endin'.
Give me, one last perfect memory.
I don't want to say goodbye.
Let's meet up, a fter we die.
So, k iss me, just like the world is endin'.'