Supernatural | One-Shots

The Black Tie Event: No One.

↬ Date: September 23rd, 2020
↬ Prompt: None
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing
↬ Words: 1244
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"Don't y'all look dashing?" The (E/C) eye person teased as (Y/P) pulled (Y/P) {rosegold colored dress around to get it in the right place[jacket up and flattened the collar]. Looking at the boys from the mirror, (Y/P) saw them messing with their ties. Sam had a bow tie and Dean had an actual tie, neither liked them.

"God, I hate this," Dean muttered as he tried to fix his tie, "I've never dressed up like this before the hand hunt."

"The seventh-grade Spring Formal? Prom? You went to both," Sam resorted as he finished fixed with his bowtie. Dean cringed at the thought.

"I wanted to repress those thoughts, thanks," Dean rambled as he flattened out his coat, "What about you, huh? You look like a human instead of a garbage rat, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) flipped him off through the mirror before (Y/P) adjusted (Y/P) {tight dress}[form-fitting jacket] again. Dean only smirked.

"Just... Keep your eyeballs in your head and off of my ass, okay?" (Y/N) smiled to show (Y/P) was joking but spoke in a warning tone. Dean shrugged his shoulders as he tied his shoes; he was going to look anyways, unless it makes (Y/P) uncomfortable, "So, is Cas coming with us or no?"

"Yeah, he said he'll be here in a minute." Sam dusted the invisible dust off of his shoulders. A knock on the door made all of them turn their heads. (Y/N) was the first to move. (Y/P) {thinly made heels clicked}[polished dress shoes tapped] against the ground as (Y/P) {dress}[jacket] flowed softly behind (Y/P). (Y/P) stood on (Y/P) toes to look out of the hole in the door. (Y/N) fell on (Y/P) heels gently, as not to hurt said heels, and let (Y/P) head bang against the wood of the door silently, "Who is it?"

"I know you're in there." Her thick British accent jumped around the room. (Y/N) rubbed the bridge of (Y/P) nose as (Y/P) just stood there.

"I know that, but that doesn't mean I'll let you in," (Y/N) spoke harshly through the thick wood. The girl sighed.

"Come on. I punched you, I don't know, maybe three times? You need to let it go." Her voice was starting to give (Y/N) a headache because that's not why (Y/P)'s angry to hear or see of the girl outside the room. (Y/P) ripped the door open after unlocking it. Bella was smiling as she folded her hands in front of her, "Thank you."

Bella tried to walk forwards but (Y/N) laid (Y/P) hand on her chest and pushed her back.

"An open door doesn't mean entry," (Y/N) mutter angrily as (Y/P) crossed (Y/P) arms. Bella rolled her bright, lying eyes but let (Y/N) finished, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help-" Bella barely got that out before (Y/N) laughed, cutting her off. Dean and Sam were standing behind (Y/P) to back (Y/P) up. The two boys looked at each other before looking back at Bella to see her with a scowl, "What's so funny?"

"You? Help?" (Y/N) roared with laughter, "With us?"

(Y/P) stood up and wiped a stray tear of (Y/P) right eye.

"Whoo! That's funny, you should become a comedian. You would make more money that way." (Y/N) waved at Bella as (Y/P) went to close the door. Bella stopped (Y/N)'s movements.

"You need to be invited to the party and last time I checked, you aren't on the list." Bella waved a white envelope in (Y/N)'s face with a smirk. (Y/N) let an ugly chortle out and (Y/P) lightly pushed passed the two boys. Digging in (Y/P) bag to find something, (Y/P) heard the door close and assumed the boys let the girl in.

"Ha." (Y/N) held an envelope up that had the same golden wax stamp, that was personal handed to (Y/P) by the host of the party. (Y/P) may have flirted with him to get it but (Y/P) did what (Y/P) had to do, "You might want to get your facts checked before making an accusation. Now, if you don't mind, please leave. We were horribly busy before you rudely interrupted."

Bella huffed and looked at Dean, who ignored her, then at Sam, who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You can't let (Y/P) do that, Sam!" Bella went to Sam because he seemed to like her more than the rest, at first anyway, "I was here first, I helped you, I saved your life!"

Bella raised her voice slightly to get her point across. Dean finally spoke up for the first time since she got here.

"Abby, it doesn't matter if you were here first. We gave you a chance to rethink your life, we gave you that chance and you threw it back when you sold the hand. Yes, you helped us, but only to dick us over in the end." Dean didn't once look at her but at the dent in the motel wall. Dean started to notice the little flower designs in the ugly wallpaper as he finished, "You saved us once. (Y/P) saved our life one too many times, put (Y/P)self in danger to keep us safe, literally went to Hell to keep me and Sam from dying. Would you have done that?"

Bella stood silent as she thought about what Dean ask before she nodded her head and looked up at him. Her brightly colored orbs were cloudy and moist. Her lashes were dark and wet as they cast a shadow over her pale cheeks. Dean removed his eyes from the line of imperfection on the wall to her face. His face was still and hid all emotion as he stared at her.

"Lair. Get out of my room before I call the manager," Dean pointed to the door. A hand gently touched (Y/N)'s shoulder, making (Y/P) look over to (Y/P) left. Deep blue eyes and a soft smile filled (Y/P) vision. Bella stuttered slightly at Dean's replied and at the man who randomly appeared out of nowhere, too emotional to notice fully, "I said, get out before I call the manager, Abby."

Bella held her hand over her mouth as she walked out of the room and closed the door. She did lie but she didn't want to be alone and she was out of money. She was now living out of her car with barely any food left to survive.

"Who was she?" Castiel asked as (Y/N) helped him with his tie. (Y/N) sighed through (Y/P) nose.

"She is someone who isn't important," (Y/N) mumbled as (Y/P) tightened Castiel's tie. (Y/P) helped Dean fix his tie too while (Y/P) was at it, "I just... I just wanted to have fun on this hunt. I didn't need her coming back into my life when I didn't need her."

(Y/N) sniffled slightly as (Y/P) rubbed (Y/P) nose. (Y/P) sentence didn't make a lot of sense to Dean but he reassured (Y/P) anyways.

"I know... I know..." Dean breathed out while he lightly squeezed (Y/P) shoulders, "Let's go. We can still have fun while kicking ass. I swear."

(Y/N) gave him a sweet, gratefully smile. He always knew what to say to make (Y/P) feel better. After arguing a bit, Castiel and Dean were going to pose as a couple while Sam and (Y/N) posed as a couple.

One thing (Y/N) learned that night is that family may be strong but friends are stronger if you chose the right ones. (Y/N) chose the best ones anyone could ever ask for and that is the thing that made (Y/P) life worth living: the idiots (Y/P) calls (Y/P) actual family.