Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 39: Small Black Dress

My plan of leaving had to wait. It was only rational to wait until the right time, or things could be risked: things that I would never forgive myself for. But now this was different. This was different because I was–in a weird way– saving people. Taking action at the wrong time could risk lives or risk my plan, and that is the absolutely opposite of what I want. What I want is for my family to be safe, and they're not safe as long as I am around.

Now I was just sitting here, waiting for the perfect opportunity to give myself to the hungry psychopathic lion.

I knew Dean knew that something was up with me, but he didn't say a thing. Not even on the way home. He would only occasionally look over to me with a worried face, but he didn't say a word. I could almost hear the doubts racing in his mind, but I knew I had to act okay so he wouldn't try something. I had to act like nothing is wrong with me and life is all sparkles and cakes and unicorns and happy primary colors.

So I put on my happy face and smiled bright so they wouldn't suspect anything.

Especially tonight. Tonight was the night Dean was supposed to take me on a "date" night, along with Sam and Jess. I kind of found the double date thing funny, but the girl inside me wanted to screech and bounce in little circles from excitement. So I finally let that part of me take hold.

Dean wasn't telling me where we were going. It annoyed me a little, but he at least told me to dress nice, so I let that tell me we were going somewhere fancy.

Wait, fancy? How the hell was he going to pay for this?

Shut up and just let Jesus take the wheel.

I kept on telling myself not to stress. This night is supposed to be fun.

Jess was in my room with me, going through my dresses. We had already done our makeup, giving each other pointers, showered, shaved, and the whole shebang. Now all we needed was clothing; I now discovered that I had nothing to wear.

"What about this one?" Jess suggested as she held out one of my dresses for me. I've been saying 'no' for the past ten minutes, and she was running out of dresses. She was even able to pick one of mine to wear, a cute simple short navy blue cocktail dress that looked absolutely amazing on her, especially when she curled her blonde hair and let it hang down her shoulders.

I turned away from the mirror and away from checking my makeup to see the suggestion she held out for me. It was a simple black long sleeve dress with a backless back. I remember buying that thing a while ago, but I was never able to wear it. I forgot about it, but now that I'm looking at it, I'm surprised I never wore it. It's actually a cute dress, but will it look good enough for Dean?

Jess, who already wore her choice of dress, popped her hip at me–the only girl with one of Dean's baggy t-shirts on–and forcefully held out the dress to me.

"If you don't put this one on, I will put it on you for you, and I won't be nice about it," she sassed and challenged me. I still eyed it, wondering what it would look like on me.

When I didn't respond, Jess marched up to me impatiently, forcefully put the hanger in my hand, turned me around, and pushed me into my bathroom.

"Don't come out of that bathroom until you're in that dress, understand?" she commanded more than suggested. When she gave me one last shove into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, I was alone in the bathroom with the dress. I eyed it one more time and saw the price tag was still on it, after all of these years. It was possibly my last choice, so I needed to at least try it; plus the curiosity was killing me.