Saturday night
Sheva's closet
7 PM
After cleaning up the house a little with Cas's help, Sheva took an everything shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the day and the worries that had been lingering in her mind. Feeling refreshed, she stood in front of her closet, the late afternoon sun streaming through the window and casting a warm glow across the room. She pressed her hands against her pregnant belly, feeling the familiar flutter of movement inside. The baby was particularly active today, as if sensing the excitement of the evening ahead. "Okay, little one," she murmured, glancing at her reflection. "Let's find something to wear that doesn't make me feel like a beached whale."
She rifled through her clothes, frustration bubbling up as she tossed aside dress after dress. Nothing seemed right. The fabrics felt constricting, and she wanted to feel beautiful for Dean tonight. Just as she was about to give up, her fingers brushed against something smooth and cool at the back of the closet. Pulling it forward, she was surprised to find a striking red dress hanging in the shadows.
It was low-cut, with a daring slit that ran all the way up one leg. The fabric shimmered slightly, a blend of textures that promised to accentuate her curves in all the right ways. She couldn't recall ever buying it or where it had come from. "Maybe it's a good omen."
She whispered to herself, excitement bubbling in her chest.
With newfound determination, she slipped out of her loose nightgown and pulled the dress over her head. The fabric hugged her body perfectly, but when she tried to zip it up, her fingers fumbled in frustration. "Ugh, come on," she muttered, twisting awkwardly to reach the zipper. It was no use. The dress was just out of reach, and she couldn't manage it alone.
"Cas!" she called, her voice slightly panicked. "Can you come help me with this?"
A moment later, Cas appeared in the doorway, his expression curious. "What do you need?"
"I can't zip this dress up," Sheva admitted sheepishly, turning to show him the back of the dress. "I thought it would fit better, but... well, you know."
Cas stepped into the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the dress. "Wow, you look beautiful, Sheva." He said, sincerity shining through his usually stoic demeanor. "And the dress is stunning. Where did you find it?"
"I don't know." She replied, slightly embarrassed. "It was just hanging in the back of my closet. But can you help me with the zipper?"
"Of course." He said, moving behind her. Sheva felt a rush of relief as he carefully pulled the zipper up, his fingers gentle and steady. "There we go. You're all set."
"Thanks, Cas," she said, turning to face him. "I really appreciate it."
He smiled, a rare warmth in his expression. "You deserve to feel beautiful tonight. Dean is a lucky man."
Sheva felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. "I just hope he thinks so."
"Trust me, he will," Cas reassured her. "Now, is there anything else you need?"
"No, I think I'm good." She said, smoothing down the dress and admiring her reflection. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and she felt a surge of confidence. The slit added a bold touch, and she couldn't help but admire how it framed her baby bump. "Wow, look at you, hot mama." She said, grinning at her reflection.
Next, she carefully arranged her hair, gathering the long curly strands into a loose, elegant updo. As she secured it with the Celtic knot clip, a relic she had come to cherish, she remembered what Cas had told her: it was Dean's mother's, forged in Ireland from steel and bone. Brought over as a wedding gift. Wearing it felt like embracing a piece of Dean's heritage, and she felt a swell of pride at the connection.
"Alright, let's finish this look." She said, slipping on a pair of heels. As she stood, she wobbled slightly, feeling like a baby deer on unsteady legs. "I'd much rather be barefoot." She chuckled, but she knew Dean would appreciate the effort.
Taking a deep breath, she practiced her stance in front of the full-length mirror. "Okay, just a little more practice." She jived, shuffling around the room.
