From The Very Beginning

The Show Must Go On

Every day the clock ticked on. Seconds, minutes, hours . Time was a merciless taunt of events to come. They hadn't gotten any closer to solving Dean going to hell. Bela had managed to steal the Colt. So, in fact, their luck was actually going backward. As much as they tried to find the demon that held Dean's contract — thus far they had been unsuccessful.

They had a case. A cursed object was being unknowingly auctioned off at a high-end Gala. A painting that made the owners kill themselves. Terrible to admit but the case did allow them a distraction from their predicament.

Allie eventually stepped out of the bathroom after hours of getting ready. They had to blend in and that meant presenting themselves as wealthy eccentrics. Generally, she didn't work on her image in such a way, and the purposeful 'lie' of being classy felt uncomfortable. Allie typically leaned towards vintage attire, bows, ribbons... a sort of romantic and eclectic wardrobe but definitely not... expensive .

Her hair was clipped up. Purposely curled blonde locks were left down to frame her face. Her makeup held a mature edge; dark red lips and elegantly smoked eyes. The gown that accentuated her form was red, velvet trim with sleeves and a split in the side clean up to the hip. Strappy heels laced around her lower calves.

"Do I look like I have a fuck load of cash in my bank account that I'm ready to spend on stuff no one needs?" She joked. It felt a little out of character to be so dressed up. How would she fight in the outfit? At least the boys could wear a suit.

Sam turned to look over at Allie when he heard her call out. He took a deep breath in surprise at the sight of her. She wore nice things sometimes but he had never seen her so... mature, so classy. "you look amazing." He paused and fixed his tie. "You look like you just walked out of the pages of a magazine," Sam told her honestly, smiling at her. He glanced over at Dean in a silent gesture for his older brother to offer a compliment.

Dean turned to look over at Allie as she stepped into his line of sight from the bathroom. She was wearing the dress they had bought for the mission. It looked nice on the mannequin but man... that was no comparison.

He could feel his stomach coil as his heartbeat increased and his palms began to sweat at the sight of how gorgeous she looked. The term drop dead gorgeous must have been created for her. "Holy shit..." he spoke under his breath, unable to look away from her. Allie just did something to him, she had since the day that they met. Her body... woah . He couldn't escape it. Especially in the gown. "you look..." he tried again. "I mean..." He never got tongue-tied with women. First time for everything.

Allie rocked on her heels. Good reaction. "Alright alright. Calm down. It's one night. Just a dress. Just makeup. It's not a big deal." She scratched the back of her head. Secretly she enjoyed the attention. Was that bad? It's not like she had any other men in her life. Really it had been a long, long time since a man had even touched her. That kind of sucked. She missed sex a shitload but one-night stands were always unsatisfying, they weren't worth the time. Most men didn't have a damn clue what they were doing. "You guys ready to hit the road or what?" The blonde placed a small hand on her hip with a slight sass. "How am I supposed to kick ass and take names in this?" It was a bit rhetorical. How would they know? They didn't exactly wear bougie gowns and five-inch heels every day.

Dean couldn't help but stare at Allie as she adjusted her dress, feeling his cock harden more in his pants. He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the mission and not how sexy she looked, "we're ready when you are." He told her, looking away from her body and to her eyes.

He knew they had to get going but he couldn't help but stare at her beauty, "Just be careful, alright?" He asked her seriously— the idea of other men looking at her irritated him.