Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"I don't know why you're so hell bent on doing the whole Halloween thing anyway," Dean said as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom.
"Because I just turned 23 two weeks ago and my life has been boring. I'm going to get drunk and have fun." I adjusted the corset top I wore before turning to face him. "What do you think?"
"I think you're the sexiest pirate I've ever seen," he said.
"Good." I walked past him. "Rip this pair of tights and I will rip your fingernails off."
"Tempting, baby doll." He slapped my ass.
"Fuck off." I looked over my shoulder at him. "I'm serious, Winchester. You've ruined four pairs of my tights, not including the three pairs of underwear you ripped. I mean, seriously, dude, calm your tits. I won't have any clothes by time this is through."
"Damn, you caught onto my master plan."
I sat down on the bed to pull my knee high boots on. "You are severely fucked if you think I'm going to continue to let you ruin my entire wardrobe."
Dean crouched before me, zipping up my shoes before sliding the other one on. "I can't help it's in the way. If anything, that's on you." He zipped up the other boot, patting my knee.
"Okay, how about this? You rip one more article of clothing and I will cut a hole in the crotch of all of your jeans?" I suggested. "Got it?"
"Easier access for you, honey. I don't mind," he quipped, grinning at me. He had been in a better mood as of late. I'm ninety percent sure it's because he finished fixing his car yesterday.
"I will kick you in the balls," I warned him.
"Are you this nice to every man you talk to?"
"No, baby, just you."
"I feel so special."
"You should." I patted his cheek before standing up. "Come on. You're going to party with me."
"Or, you know, we could watch a movie or something." Dean shrugged.
"How old are you again?" I scoffed.
"Twenty-seven." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, God, don't remind me." I opened the door. "I forget I'm dating an old man sometimes. Come on, we're going. I didn't get all dressed up for nothing. You know, this is really reminding me of last year when your brother gave me crap for being Daphne and enjoying the holiday."
"Like from Scooby-Doo?" Dean asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Yeah. Why?" I asked slowly.
He shrugged, smirk tugging at his lips. "Nothing. Just...I think it's kinda funny."
