"I will not do this!" "You have to Mick!" "I can't, shan't and won't Dean!" "But you have to, unless you want Sam and I to die." "Fine, you asshole!" I say, throwing my hands in the air if frustration. "Okay. Sam! Come here!" "Coming!" He yells from the bathroom. He walks out with a makeup box. He grabs my arm and leads me into the bathroom. "Where did you learn to do this exactly?" I ask him. "Jessica had me practice in case we had a daughter." He says lowly. I nod and he positions my face. Then he applies the first layer of concealer.
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"And........done. Well with the makeup anyway." He says triumphantly. "Two hours, three tries and lots of hand slams onto the bathroom sink later." I mumble. I look at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. I looked so, girly. I sigh and Sam says "Okay, time for your hair." I close my eyes. He starts and grabs my hair. Then he grabs the brush and starts brushing it up. He gives up when he sees the length. "Bun is out." He says and grabs my hair once more. He grabs a thick strand and tells me to hold it. I grab it and he starts braiding one side of my hair. He braids it around the left side of my head. Then he lets the rest fall to the back of my head. Then he grabs the hair in my hand and braids it around the right side of my head. He then grabs the hair hanging and starts braiding it. He finishes and says "Done with your hair." I open my eyes and sigh. "Finally, wear this." He says, holding out a dress and stockings. I look at him with pleading eyes. "You have to." He says, sympathy in his eyes. I huff and walk out of the room. I walk out and stop in front of Dean."I am going to kill you." I say through gritted teeth. Then I walk back into the bathroom and send Sam out. I change into the dress and fishnet stockings. I sigh as I look at myself in the dress that went down to my mid thigh. I turn and look at the see-through back. Then I look around and pick up the heels. I pop my head out of the bathroom. "Do I have to wear these, these medieval torture devices?" I ask, holding out the high heels that were probably atleast 6" high. "Yep!" Sam and Dean say in unison, grins spreading from ear to ear. I flip each of them off. Then I walk into the bathroom, sit in the side of the tub and put the heels on. I stand up, grabbing the sink for support, and start wobbling out of the bathroom. I walk out the door and Dean says "Now, lets teach you how to walk in those." "Dean." I say. "Come on, it's gotta be like riding a bike!" "I don't know how to do that either!" "Good point. Wait, you can't ride a bike?" "No asswipe, I can't. Now can we get back to this?!" I say, gesturing to the heels and almost falling, because I let go of the wall. Dean laughed and Sam grabbed my arm. I wave him off and start learning to walk in these shits.
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I smile and look down at the new shoes. Sam agreed to let ne wear shorter heels and boot-like shoes when I explained that I would need somewhere to hold my knife besides my bra. "Now, Mick. How old are you?" "15." "Okay then drinks are out of the question. How about, um you know, Dean's favorite game." "The pie eating contest?" I ask slowly. "No, um, S-E-X?" He asks awkwardly. "Hell no!" Dean and I shout at the same time. "Okay, good." He says. "Yeah it better be!" Dean yells at Sam. "Dean," I say and grab his arm. "I wasn't going to do that anyway." "You better not or I will kill you." "I mean, come on! I'm a virgin for gods sake!" "Your a- a- a virgin?" "Yeah!" I say and shake my head. "Whatever. I would rather not talk about my little sister's sex life." Sam yells, his hands up in a gesture that says 'Seriously?!' I roll my eyes and Dean's ears turn a familiar shade of cherry. I chuckle and say "You ready to go?" "Yeah." They say. I grab my knife holsters and stuff one in each boot. Then I stuff one in my bra. Then I think against it and shove it in the purse they forced me to wear.
I walk out the door and towards the car. Sam and Dean watch my figure and I turn. "Stop that!" I tell them. They turn their heads and blush. I laugh and walk out the door. I sit in the car and pull up my bra, selfconscious.
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The Winchesters (A Supernatural Fanfiction)
FanfictionThere isn't alot to say about young Mckenna Ann Winchester. Well except for the fact that she is a hunter. She is the half sister of Sam and Dean Winchester. When she was really young, like 1, her mother abandoned her .on the doorstep of her father...
