Dear Addiction

Chapter ten

Shopping with Ellie had been a blur of clothing, cocaine, and autographs, as they bounced from clothing store to clothing store only taking breaks for Dean to snort  a few lines, or take a photo with a fan. It worked, Dean got to be high, and no one seemed to notice. Even if he had spent most of the time with a five year old who thought it was  normal to lick a vending machine's glass. By the time the clock hit 2:30, they would be meeting everyone else at 3:00, Dean's feet burned even through the high, and his nose had bled three times. The moment they'd gotten to Justice, which would most likely be their last store and Ellie had all the clothing she wanted to try on, Dean collapsed on a table, not caring that he sat on piles of folded clothing.

"Do you need any help?" Dean called when Ellie had closed the changing room curtain, and a shuffling behind it had begun.

Dean shifted a bit so he lent against the table instead of sitting on it, adjusting his sunglasses. "No," Ellie called from the other side.

There was more shuffling before the curtain was pulled back and Ellie stepped out wearing a light pink dress that hung to her ankles, with a large neckline that left one sleeve falling from her shoulder.

"You sure it isn't too big." Dean asked, getting a dramatic head shake in response.

"I'll grow!"

He nodded, though he really didn't believe it, she'd be tall, but Sam had been under five feet until at least fourteen. He could only guess Ellie would be the same. "Alright then!" Dean said, "are you going to give me a twirl?"

She frowned slightly but did as Dean asked, shuffling in a slow circle. "Come on," Dean said, as he watched her, "show me a real twirl!" Ellie gave Dean another frown but once again did a shuffled turn, looking more like a penguin then anything. "Alright, let me show you how it's done."

Dean stood, stumbling slightly at first before he gained his balance. He glanced at Ellie who still had an uncertain look across her face. Dean raised his arms out in front of him like a ballerina would and used his right foot to push himself into a spin, twirling a few times before he came to a stop. When he stopped his gaze landed once again on the young girl, whose frown had become a small smile. "Now are you going to give me a real twirl or am I just going t'have to twirl by myself?"

Ellie giggled, nodding her head. She adjusted her stance so she stood like Dean had, right foot pointed out, hands held out in front of her, before she made a shaken attempt at spinning.

"Now that was a twirl," Dean cried, giving an applause, "how about you show me another outfit."

"Yah! Ellie cried. Dean watched with a smile as she once again disappeared behind the change room curtain. Things were working, most of the shopping had been silent, but now. She seemed to actually like him, or at least could stand being around him and that was enough for Dean. "You ready?"

"Yah."

The curtain was pulled open and Ellie stepped out, now wearing a red skirt, and green shirt, both once again seeming a size or two too big. The moment she'd stepped out she attempted to do another shaky twirl, which Dean politely applauded. "Wow, look at that colour," Dean said, raising his voice slightly in a way he would imagine a fashion announcer would, "green against red? A bold choice!"

Ellie giggled, and gave Dean another twirl, "want to see the another?"

"Yah!"

Ellie gave one last twirl before she went back into the changing room, returning a few seconds later in star embroidered jeans and a pink striped shirt. When she stepped out Dean gave a dramatic gasp, "Look at you, look at that colour." Ellie laughed as Dean stood, making each movement dramatic as he walked around her, hand rubbing his chin in thought. "That choice of embroidery? Stunning? Did you pick this out yourself?"