To Dance (Supernatural AU)

Chapter 2

"Okay, Ella," Bonnie said as she wrapped the fuzzy white towel around her dripping body, "I'll meet him in half an hour. Thank you so much."

"No problem, sweet heart," Ella responded. They said their goodbyes and Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom.

"What's the plan?" Dean asked as he rubbed his temples and noticed Bonnie with a towel wrapped around her. He didn't question how she had gotten the black eye, but he was shameful once again that he had allowed last night to get to that point. He wanted to be better, be a better man for her. Or at least that was how he felt every morning after. Dean inhaled deeply and closed his eyes against his hangover.

"I have it under control. I called Ella and asked that she schedule an appointment for me with Mr. Novak and she said that he had no problem meeting with me over some coffee," Bonnie dropped the towel to the wooden floor and rummaged through the dressers, looking for some panties.

Dean fumed at the idea, "So, the man that tried to fuck your career up wants to take you on a date?"

Once Bonnie found her pair of black panties and a bra to match, she tuned to Dean, "No. I'm going to be cordial with him. There's no need to fight fire with fire at this point in time."

Dean shrugged her off and watched her get dressed. He noticed the marks that his hands had left last night around her hips and her neck and he flinched.

"Did I do that to you?" He asked, fearing, yet already knowing the answer. She nodded and his face burned hot with embarrassment. He hadn't done that much cocaine and ecstasy last night, had he? Bonnie's face confirmed his suspicions and he laid back in the king sized bed, his thoughts causing the room to spin and the immaculate white walls to close in on him. Bonnie noticed his panicking and gently brushed his leg as she passed him to enter the walk-in closet. She didn't know how to comfort him, she didn't think that he deserved comfort anyway. Bonnie was getting sick of having to cover her almost flawless skin with makeup every other week due to Deans little outbursts of rage.

After sifting through all of the dresses in her closet twice, she finally decided on a pale pink babydoll dress; she could match it with her black lace-up boots and black lace choker necklace that would hide all evidence of discoloration on her neck. She slipped the dress on and decided to wear knee-length light-knit socks at the last minute before putting her boots on and tying them at the top.

Bonnie emerged from the closet and crossed the room to her little vanity in the corner which held her stashes of makeup that she kept obscured whenever she felt insecure about herself. She knew that she was beautiful, but sometimes her self esteem plummeted after nights like the one she had with Dean.

They never just made love anymore. It was always a rough fuck here or a quickie there; nothing felt passionate anymore. She craved that.

Bonnie sighed and moisturized before covering her face with primer. When she went to work on the blackness around her eye, she winced and decided that today would be one of those dreadful times where she would have to play up the eyes with extremely heavy shadows and liners. She hated looking unnatural. After applying what seemed like pounds of makeup to her eyelids and caked on foundation, she figured it would be enough to not get horrendous glances from passerby's and the occasional fan asking what happened to her.

"You're gonna wear that?" Bonnie could hear the disapproval in Deans voice as she braided her long, strawberry blonde hair down her left shoulder.

"In my opinion, I think it looks fine," she retorted, "I've worn less modest and you know it. I haven't worn this dress in a while."

Bonnie placed the choker around her neck, she forgot that it had a charm hanging from it: singular, simple, but gorgeous angels wing. One of her fans had threw it on stage after one of her performances. She never realized the significance that it held in her heart until that moment; she knew that she had someone looking out for her...even if it wasn't Dean.