After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Six

Dean shifts me in the backseat of his car. The black impala intimidates me after the fall, but I try to shove the thought away.
Sam and Dean take place in the front, and Dean drives out of the bunker.
I look out of the window, and it's like I recognize my surroundings.
"Ooooh, " I shout out, " it looks exactly like in heaven."
"No, it doesn't," Dean says, eyeing me through the driving mirror.
"What was heaven like, Evangeline?" Sam asks.
"Before or after I met Dean?"
"Both," Sam answers, smiling.
"Well, before, it was just all clouds. Just like humans imagine. You know, angels sitting on clouds and this stuff."
Sam chuckles: "Yeah, I guess most people do that."
"But right when Dean appeared, the scheme changed, and it looked a little bit like that here. Just without the streets. It was just trees and cabins."
"Cabins?"
"Yeah, I guess Dean told you about Bobby?"
"Yes, he did." Sam responds," I'm glad Bobby is good above there."
I just nod and let my eyes wander over my surroundings.
A few minutes later, the trees get fewer and more houses are to see.
People are walking around, and other cars drive on the streets.
Dean turns the car and stops, shutting down the engine. He hops out and opens my door. I get out and say:" You do remember that I know now how to do it?"
"Yeah, bad manners," he answers with rolled eyes and bangs the door closed.
All three of us stand in front of a large window, and I see women's clothes.
"Here we go." Dean grunts, and he approaches the entrance. He enters without waiting for Sam and me.
Sam shakes his head and holds out an arm to show me to go ahead.
Slowly I step into the store. Quiet music is to hear, and when I look around, a few women are watching out for clothes.
A woman comes toward us, Dean close behind her.
"Hello, " she starts, "this gentleman said you could need some help." She looks me up and down and then asks: "What is it what you looking for?"
"She needs everything, from head to toe." Dean answers instead of me, and the woman turns around with a confused look on her face.
Sam reacts quickly by saying: "Her luggage got lost at the airport, and since we don't know when we get it back, she needs clothes."
The saleswoman turns again and smiles at Sam: "I see. Come on, darling, we will get you something for a few days."
The next couple of minutes, I search through the store with the lady and grab stuff I like. I often watch out for Sam and Dean, somehow fearing they would leave me here. But they are standing in a corner and chat. Or at least, Sam talks, and Dean stands in front of him with crossed arms.
"Ok, I think we have a few outfits. I guess you need underwear too?" the saleswoman asks, and she got me off guard. I need a second to gather my thoughts about humans. Indeed they do wear underwear, otherwise, she wouldn't have asked.
"Oh, yes, please."
"Any preference for a color or fabric?" And her gaze drifts from my eyes to the guys, and she wiggles her eyebrows. I can only suspect what she means, and when I'm right, I think she is going way too far.
"No, " I speak out louder than I wanted, and I go on more quietly, " just the basics."
My eyes shoot over to Sam and Dean, and it seems like my small outburst brought their attention back to me because they start walking over.
The lady disappears without a word, and I stay where I am.
"Everything alright?" Sam asks, and Dean just spies over the place, like he is watching out for any danger.
"Yes, yes, it was just a misunderstanding," I reply, smiling, "I guess I have enough now. Do we leave now?"
Sam chuckles nervously, and Dean passes us to sit down in a chair, I haven't noticed yet.
"See, " Sam starts to explain, "you need to try on the clothes. Here..." and he leads me to a cabinet with a curtain. "You go in, try on the stuff and see if it fits, ok?"
"Oh, ok..." I step inside, and Sam shuts the curtain.
I rummage through the clothes and pick out a dress my eyes fell on immediately when I entered the store. I put it on and take a look in the mirror. For the first time, I see myself in something different than white. The dress is yellow with small red flowers. It's long, till down to my feet, and the small sleeves rest on my shoulders. My fingertips drive over my belly before I turn to open the curtain.
With this motion, the two men stop talking and stare at me. On Sam's face, a smile appears immediately, and Dean, one second ago relaxed, is now sitting up straight, watching me.
"And?" I ask, insecure.
"Yeah, it's pretty." Sam states, and when he notices Dean doesn't say anything, he nudges him with his elbow. Dean startles and claims: "Yeah, pretty, but this is not Pretty Woman here."
I see Sam closing his eyes for a second, but then he says: "Well, you can wear it some time. Just not when it comes to a fight."
"Oh, no, of course not," I reply, "I understand." and I feel a little disappointed because I haven't thought of that and second because I really like the dress. "I will try something else."
I go back in the cabinet, pulling the dress off when Sam's voice gets through the fabric.
"Take the dress and others, if you like to. It's ok, just pick some more basic stuff, ok?"
I know he can't see me, but I beam up by his words: "Yes, thank you, Sam."
To pleas Dean, I now put on some pants and a shirt before I step out again.
"Much better," Dean mumbles, "that's something we can work with."
I'm glad he is satisfied, and before I go back into the cabinet, he goes on: "You can leave this on, we will pay for it."
I nod and take the rest of the clothes in my arms. "It's all the same size, so it should fit."
Only the dress and two other things I leave there. I don't want Dean to get mad because he has to pay for it. Sam takes the clothes out of my hands: "I will go and pay for it."
"Thank you," I answer and slowly follow him to the checkout.
Arriving there, I spy on what Sam is doing when Dean stands behind us suddenly and throws the clothes I left in the cabinet onto the mass of clothes.
"You don't have to..." I say, surprised, but Dean shakes it off and whispers: "It's ok, Sunshine, you should have it." and without giving me time to say thank you, he starts to leave the store.
Sam takes the bag with my clothes after he paid, and we exit the building.
Dean is already sitting in the car, waiting for us. He is listening to music, but it's different from the music in the store.
"What kind of music is this?" I ask, sitting in the backseat.
"Oh please, don't start this," Sam shouts out.
"Start? Start what?" I reply, but I see Dean grinning big.
"This, Sunshine, is good, old, classic Rock. The best, and only, " he raises his pointing finger, " music allowed to listen to in this car."
"Unfortunately, " Sam sighs and shakes his head, but I see him smiling.
"I will remember that." and I lean back and listen. But I can't get quite warm with this music. I like the music that was played back in the store better. But I keep it to myself, Dean seems serious when it comes to music.

Back in the bunker, Rowena is waiting for us in the main hall.
"I think I found Jesse, and you all made a shopping trip." She looks at me and then states: "Next time, I will keep you company. You just look like Sam and Dean in female. Only the flannel is missing."
I look down at myself, shrugging my shoulders: "I think it's good."
"What about Jesse? Where is he?" Dean asks and places the bag on the table.
With a fingertip, Rowena opens the bag and glances inside:" Oh, he is good. He owns a nightclub as cover. I sent out a few demons with young vessels to spy."
"A nightclub?" Dean asks in disbelief, "why of all things a nightclub?"
"Oh boy, nightclubs as cover are working for as long as they exist. The Mafia owns most of them in the States, and money laundering is so much easier."
Sam and Dean share a glimpse.
"What is a nightclub?" I want to know.
"It's a space to dance, with loud music and alcohol." Sam explains.
"Oh, I never danced." and just the thought of it makes me excited.
"Didn't miss much." Dean answers.
"Philistine." Rowena whizz.
"And proud of it," Dean replies with a chuckle. "Well, let us know when your spies find something."
Rowena nods, and with a click of her fingers, she vanishes.
"Sam, did you found out anything else? What is his plan?"
"No, nothing yet. I guess we really have to wait for Rowena's information, " Sam answers, " but like this, we have more time to show Evangeline around."
"We should better see if she is able to fight." Dean answers.
"She is an angel, Dean."
"So what? She is young..."
"Uhm..." I interrupt them, " you do know I can hear you, right?"
Both stop talking and share a look before they turn to me.
"Sorry."
"Yeah, what he said." Dean points to Sam.
"I know I'm young for an angel, but that doesn't mean I can't fight or don't have the ability to learn. And maybe you, " I look at Dean directly now, "maybe you shouldn't forget what I did. First, I stopped the storm, and after that, I healed you. If that's not enough for 24 hours, then I don't know what."
Dean looks down to his feet, like a child, and Sam apologizes: "No, you are right. I'm sorry."
"You didn't do anything wrong," I answer him, crossing my arms over my chest, still looking at Dean.
Then his eyes meet mine, and his eyes are not as cold as the rest of his face. He breathes loudly through his nose before he says: "Sorry, but... We need to know what you are capable of when we get into a fight. We can't risk any failure. The last tiny mistake cost my life."
I cover my mouth, embarrassed I haven't thought about this fact and that Dean, of course, doesn't want to experience that again.
"I'm sorry, " I whisper, "I really am."
"Dean, " Sam speaks his name out quietly and lays a palm on his shoulder.
Dean looks at me and goes on:" That has nothing to do with you personally. I just want to be sure."
I nod:" Of course." and now Dean is able to smile again.
"Come on, I will show you your room." and he starts leaving the main hall. A quick glance at Sam, and I see him nodding.
"Later," I say and follow Dean.
Walking directly behind him, I can sense the same scent from the first time I hugged him. I still don't know what it smells like exactly, I just like it after all. I'm lost in my thoughts and don't realize Dean stops and walking and turns to me, and I almost run into him.
I look up, past his chest and shoulders, my nose almost pinching him, seeing him looking down at me too. It's like he is staring right into my soul and I feel how my heart starts to beat so fast, I'm afraid Dean could hear it. His soft breathing touches the skin of my face, and this near, his scent is even more noticeable. I inhale slowly, as I want to lock his smell in my nose.
Then in the corner of my eye, I see how he opens a door with one arm without breaking eye contact.
"This is yours," he says.
I gulp and nod, finally looking away from his green eyes into the room to my left.
It's a small room, with a bed, dresser and a desk. I step inside, looking around.
"Thank you, seems... Comfy." And this is the first time I lie.
I hear Dean chuckle: "No, it's not, but you can change whatever you want. We will get you a tv or something so you can watch movies or whatever."
I nod. I know from Jack that TVs are pretty important here, and I'm curious if it's worth it.
"Your clothes you can put in here, " Dean goes on and opens the dresser, " and here is the bed, obviously. If you need more pillows, let us know."
"You do remember that I don't sleep, right?" I answer, laughing.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot. Well, even if you don't need sleep, I, at least, need a few hours."
"Oh, so you and Sam go to sleep now?"
"Soon, but first, we need dinner. I know you don't need to eat, but you can join us."
"Yes, that would be fun," I reply, and together we make our way to the kitchen.