A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! :(
Lots of distractions and I was having a damned hard time deciding where to start. It's fucking complicated. Lmao
Hope you enjoy! :)
After the Mall;
Walking into the house, Sam smiled to himself at the thought of what was to come that weekend, and called out for someone's attention. "Anyone home?"
"In the kitchen!" Isabelle's voice echoed back. "Where were you today?" she asked curiously as he entered said room with no evidence of the shopping trip; she was standing in front of the stove, stirring boiling water and spaghetti in a pot. "Dean said you disappeared this morning with my sister and he hadn't seen you since."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I guess she's planning some party with her friends and decided I needed 'the day out of that damn house'. She pretty much dragged my sorry ass to the mall for six hours; and, to top it off, I somehow managed to end up carrying all her bags." He sighed as he slumped into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Aw, you poor baby," she cooed, pretending to look sympathetic as she slipped away from the stove to stand behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "I bet a massage would help…"
His eyes widened a little. "Belle…"
His small plea didn't stop her from attempting to loosen up the muscles in his shoulders; she was well aware it was tightening some downstairs, as well.
"Isabelle," it was more of a frustrated groan this time. "Why are you doing this, you know Cayden's gonna be home any minute…"
She couldn't help but grin as she slid into his lap so she was straddling him to the kitchen chair. "Heather's got her until six tonight," she replied between kisses to his neck. "We've got time."
"Is there any chance you've been sex-deprived for the past five years?" he teased, shifting uncomfortably underneath her.
"There's a one hundred percent chance, Sammy." She pulled back to give him a pout. "C'mon…" He was doing a poor job of ignoring her fingers dancing at the waistband of his jeans. "You know you want to…"
"Weren't you the one who always tried to teach me to ignore peer pressure?" he asked awkwardly.
"Well, I was in high school. I think this is a bit different."
That statement made him laugh and essentially give up trying not to do her in the kitchen where they could get caught at any minute. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a window-steaming kiss, hands gradually slipping up the back of her shirt. A moment later it was on the floor, one of his hands holding her up by a belt loop while the other's calloused fingers tickled the skin beneath her bra strap.
"HA-HA! Oh, my god!" Dean's voice boomed from the doorway. "Get a room!" he added as he started up the stairs, still laughing at the situation.
"Get an apartment!" his brother shouted over his shoulder; when he looked back to his girlfriend, she was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"He tells us to get a room and walks away; like, somehow, saying that's gonna stop anything from happening when he's locked in the guest room."
Sam couldn't help but laugh at the slight irony of it before calling upstairs for Dean to avoid the kitchen for a while and tugging off his own t-shirt.
"Do I have to burn all the kitchen furniture now?" Dean teased as he sat down at the dining room table.
Isabelle smacked him upside the head with her free hand as she set a bowl of pasta on the table and sat down next to her boyfriend. "Shut up and eat, Dean."
"Aren't you supposed to be happier now that you got laid?"
"Not with you living in my house."
Sam couldn't help but snicker at that. "Be nice, Belle."
A smile crept to her face, assuring Dean that she was only kidding with him; to be honest, she loved having the extra company and the on-hand babysitter she didn't have to pay. He enjoyed watching Cayden any hour of the day (except date nights, of course).
In the midst of silverware clanking against the glass plates and the witty banter between siblings and friends, the front door opened and Cayden came running in with a grin.
Heather followed a moment later. "Dang, kid, you run fast," she chuckled. "Sam, I need to talk to you."
The younger Winchester brother gave her a confused look but followed her into the foyer. "What's up?"
"Actually, it's what's not up that I have to talk to you about. Decorations. What're we doing about them?"
"I was thinking of letting Cayden pick them out actually; probably drag Dean out for a day at Party City because I know he hates it but he can't refuse her face."
"Awesome. One less thing I have to do," she grinned. "Another question, though. What're you planning for the proposal?"
"God, I don't know," he chuckled nervously. "I love Belle, but… Jesus, I have no idea, Heather."
"You know, I think Re-Prom alone is special enough that if you showed up dressed like a hobo with matted disgusting hair and proposed, she'd still say yes. Mostly because she'll know you know before she kisses you, you're taking a long-ass shower with a big-ass bar of soap. But I think you get my point."
"So nothing glamorously spectacular outside of Re-Prom? I think that was your point in a lesser amount of words."
Heather nodded as a laugh escaped her lips. "Basically; as long as you're you, she won't be able to resist. Plus, we'll all be standing there. All eyes will be on you two Saturday night." She smiled. "But I've gotta go talk to Dad about something. Tell Belle I had to…well, talk to Dad. Bye, Sam!" she called over her shoulder as she ran out the front door.
"Okay…?" he laughed and returned to everyone else inside.
"Uncle Dean!" Cayden chirped excitedly. "Look what I found!"
Dean looked away from the young woman behind the cash register up front to his niece and couldn't help but grin at the party hat on her head and the noisemaker in her mouth. "It's not that kind of party, sweetheart," he chuckled. "But you're welcome to wear them anyway, I'm sure Daddy will love it."
She grinned at him, the noisemaker sounding off weakly because of her breathing. Returning his focus to the task he was supposed to be completing, he searched the racks for any form of generic decoration he could put up at the diner for the event his brother had planned. Streamers; confetti; balloons; anything useable, but when he turned around to ask for the five year old's opinion, he realized he was the only one in the aisle.
"Cayden!" he boomed, tossing the items in his hand onto the nearest shelf before jogging down the end of the aisle of colors towards the open area near the back of the store. He called out for her again, but got no reply. "Shitshitshit," he murmured to himself, panic sprouting in his chest. If he had just lost his niece in a single minute, he must be doing something severely wrong; like not keeping her on a leash. An overwhelming feeling of relief spread through him when he turned a few corners and spotted Cayden talking to a young woman with platinum blonde hair and an empathetic smile.
"Cayden," the words escaped his mouth in a sigh as he approached the girls and his niece's attention immediately went to him in the form of desperately clinging to the familiar leather jacket he donned as he picked her up. "Don't run off like that, you scared the crap outta me, kid."
"Sorry," she murmured. "I saw someone with a doggy and when I turned around, I couldn't remember where I left you…"
He couldn't help but smile at the way she phrased it and turned to the blonde she'd been talking to. "Thank you," he said.
"Uncle or Daddy?" she asked with a smile.
"Uncle," he stated. "Dean." He stuck out his hand for her to shake.
"Angel," she replied, mirroring his gesture.
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too." She smiled and then let out a frustrated sigh. "Well, I have to get going. But if you need any help with those decorations," she pulled a pen from her purse and a piece of paper, scribbled something on it, and handed it to him, "give me a call."
"Thanks," he replied with a smirk. "I will." He pocketed the paper as she walked away and grinned at his niece. "You just scored me a date, kid. But don't ever run off like that again, okay?"
"Uncle Dean, are you ever going to call her?" Cayden piped up a few days later as she crawled into her uncle's lap on the couch after dinner.
"Call who?" he asked.
"The lady from the store!" she exclaimed as if it was obvious who she was talking about. "She liked you, I could tell."
"Oh really? And what makes you the expert?"
"Mommy taught me a lot about boys. She said if I ever dated one like you that I shouldn't tell you or Daddy."
"You know, normally I'd agree with that but I'm never going to let you date."
"She also said boys have cooties."
"Well guess what."
"She was right. Boys do have cooties. So no holding hands, or kissing, or anything of that aspect."
"What about punching and pinching?"
"Only when it's necessary," he chuckled. "You wanna dial her number?"
"The girl from the story, silly!" he exclaimed childishly like she had before.
"Oh! I wanna dial!" she squealed, running to find the phone.
"Hello?" Cayden handed the phone to her uncle.
Dean faltered at the sweet voice that picked up the other line. "A-Angel?" he stuttered out.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Dean," he replied, gathering himself. "From Party City…"
"Oh, hey! What's up?"
"I was wondering…if you…wanted to go out…for dinner or something Saturday night…"
"Uh, Saturday…I don't know…" He couldn't hear the smile in her voice. "Yeah, that sounds great," she said, grinning. "Pick me up at seven thirty?"
Angel gave him directions before they said their goodbyes and Cayden happily attacked Dean on the couch.
"Uncle Dean has a date!" she sing-songed.
A/N: Well, I apologize for the fact that there is STILL no Re-Prom in this chapter.
I've been having some issues, with the story and my computer in general. It's royally pissing me off. So you can flame and get angry if you'd like, but I'm really not in the mood. --
Thanks for all the supporters; who have stuck with this despite its not as constant updates. I know what I'm doing, I really do. It's just…writer's block on this story for some reason. And computer retardedness.
Thanks to Monte for lending me herself for the character of Angel. She'll be back. Don't worry. :)