SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ STINK LIKE SEX ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Red Sky At Morning )
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ALLISON STOOD IN THE bedroom of the house, staring at herself in a full body mirror. A black dress with straps covered her body and it fit her curves perfectly. At least Bela had some taste. Her hair against her shoulders, the bottoms curled slightly. Bela walked in and stopped, a smile forming on her face.
"Allison, you look . . . stunning," Bela comments walking up behind her but Allison didn't respond, she just stared at her through the mirror, "Everyone is waiting on you downstairs."
"Yeah, Im coming." Allison nods. Bela walks down the stairs first, Allison soon following behind. Sam and Dean kept themselves in small talk until they heard the sound of heels clacking against the stairs. Tearing their attention away from one another, they look toward the stair and both mouth's dropped. Allison descended down the stairs, allowing one of her hands to slide down the railing.
Deans heart skipped a beat as he stared at the girl. She kept her head down, scared to meet their gazes but once she did, she immediately locked eyes with Dean and her cheeks burnt a bright red. Looking away, she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear then looks back up at them.
Bela saw the way Dean looked at Allison and small smirk formed on her face. "Boys, ready?"
"Y-yes." Dean stutters, looking away from Allison for the first time since she walked down the stairs. Bela turns toward Allison, "You have your gun?"
She raises the bottom of her dress up all the way to her thigh, which sent chills down Deans spine, making him look away, and she revealed the gun in its holster, tied around her thigh. "Good." Bela nods.
THEY ARRIVED AT THE Sea Pines Maritime Museum, where the hand supposedly was, according to Bela. The Museum was having a charity ball. Allison sat in the passenger seat, her knee bouncing nervously.
They walked inside, Bela handing over their invitations. "Are you chewing gum?" Bela questions Dean, "Try to behave as if you've lived this life before. Yeah? Both of you."
Dean pulls the piece of gum out of his mouth and places it under a fountain. Both releasing a sigh, abel's and Allison locked their arms together and put on fake smiles. Sam stands with Miss Case. "This will get their tongues wagging, eh, my Adonis?" She questions him.
"Just remember, we're on business." Sam reminds her.
"Ooh, but sometimes business can be pleasure, hmm?" Sam sighs softly as Miss Case says this. They enter another room and spot Dean, Allison, and Bela and he excuses himself from Miss Case.
"Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?" Sam asks, clearly frustrated. "As long as it takes." Bela answers.
"Look," Dean says, "there's security all over this place, alright? This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so . . ."
