I took the dress into the bathroom and put it on to get a good impression of how it fit me, and was once again awestruck. It fit perfectly but it was tight in the right places, and I couldn't help but smile at myself despite how badly my cheeks already hurt. Knowing Dean would have some sarcastic comment to make, I stuck my head out the door and looked for Sam.
"Sam, can you come here for a second? I want an intellectual opinion on this." I smiled at Dean's fake offended expression and moved backwards while hiding behind the door so Sam could fit through, shutting it quickly behind him. I spun around in a slow circles, holding my arms out so he could get a good look. When I finished my circle, I looked up at him. "Well?"
"It fits really well, and it looks great," he said, looking me up and down without actually making me feel uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'm sure Dean's gunna have a heart attack when he sees you."
I grinned. "That's a good thing. Monsters? Nope. Girl in a tight dress? Dead."
Sam nodded, half-smiling. "It's great. And the boots will go with it perfectly, too."
Dean's voice yelled in from the other room. "What's going on in there? Are you kids decent?"
Sam chuckled, opening the door and letting me hide behind it while he left the room. When it shut behind him I unzipped the dress and took it off, starting the shower.
The hot water felt good on my sore body, and I did actually have a bruise on my shin and a barely-there one on my wrist. It was a good thing I didn't bruise easily, because it could have looked a lot worse.
After showering, I had put on my bra and underwear with my hair wrapped up in a towel when I saw something small and black in the corner of the mirror. I immediately whipped around to see a spider crawling along the baseboard in my direction and screeched, scrambling up onto the toilet and grabbing my hairbrush to defend myself. Spiders were very high up on the list of my worst fears.
The guys seemed to burst through the door together, both wielding guns, and I thought about jumping towards them, but was frozen. There was a chance the spider would get to me in the time it took for me to get to either Sam or Dean.
Both of them had been freaking out, it looked like, but they settled down when they looked around. "What's wrong?" Dean asked, his eyes scanning the room obviously while he tried not to stare at me. I realized I was still in underwear too late to do anything about it. "Ghost or something?"
I shook my head stiffly, trying to laugh. "I'm not afraid of ghosts." I pointed a shaky finger at the spider, still at the sounds of all the commotion, and closed my eyes quickly. "Spider, please kill it," I whimpered.
With my eyes closed, I couldn't see them suppressing disbelieving laughter, but I could just barely hear it. I peeked open to see they still hadn't moved or come to my rescue, terrified anger flaring. "What are you guys doing? Kill it!"
I had to cover my eyes again, this time with my hands, and took deep breaths, hoping that by the time I'd calmed my racing heartbeat down the spider would be dead.
"Oh no, Megan, it's coming towards you!" Sam shouted, and I screamed again, leaping off the toilet and landing almost on top of Dean. I collapsed into his arms, still screaming, and buried my face in his shoulder, cowering against him for fear the spider would scale his legs to get to me.
"Jesus, Megan, look." He raised a foot and stepped on the spider that actually hadn't moved an inch, and I relaxed immensely. It was dead. And I'd survived. "It wasn't that hard."
"That's what she said," I murmured, smiling now that I felt safer.
"Well that's not what she said to me," Dean replied smoothly, grinning. I jumped out of his arms and backed away from his shoe, almost expecting the thing to pop out and attack me on the spot. His joke went unnoticed.
"Alright, well, if that was it," Sammy said, sounding uncomfortable, "then we should probably let you finish getting ready." He grabbed onto the back of Dean's jacket and pulled him through the bathroom door behind him. Dean smacked Sam's hand really hard and looked back at me severely.
"Get dressed," he ordered, and then closed the door.
I was on my toes the whole rest of the time I spent in the bathroom, waiting for there to be a million more spiders that would materialize out of the walls and attack me, but none came. The dress came on even easier than before and looked just as good, and before I started to fix my hair, I opened the door, walking out a couple steps so they could see me.
