Girls Just Want to Have Fun...and No Sparkles
Title: Girls Just Want to Have Fun...and No Sparkles
Author: divas_lament
Beta: fonapola
Rated: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville
Characters: Mary Winchester (from fonapola's Spawn Verse), Grace Winchester (from muses_circle's Spawn Verse), Holly Winchester
Summary: Some multi-reality sisterly bonding, complete with death threats, shopping, and fragrance warfare.
“Gracie Lou Freebush!” Holly said, walking out of the mirror.
“You are just asking to be shot,” Grace muttered, glancing at her sister from another dimension. “Don’t call me that again.”
“You know how we were talking about life is boring and we need more challenges?”
“Yes,” Grace said slowly, cautiously.
“I’ve got one.”
“A life?”
Holly frowned. “A challenge.”
“What is it?”
She smirked, motioning towards the mirror. “I think it’s time our older sister learned to embrace her girly side.”
“This isn’t going to end well,” Grace said even though she was getting off of her bed and heading towards the mirror.
“What’s a challenge without the risk of death?” Holly reasoned as Grace found the dial to the mirror and set course for Mary Winchester’s universe.
---
She’d just gotten home from a week of tracking a wendigo through the woods. She was tired, cranky, and could still feel the bugs crawling on her skin. Mary was proud that she could adapt to a number of situations and could handle just about anything. But if she had the opportunity, she avoided camping. This time she wasn’t so lucky.
Back from a trip to restock her fridge, Mary placed the bags from the store on the counter. She began to unpack when she heard a crash from her bedroom. She was on guard immediately. Forgetting the half-melted ice cream on the counter, she approached the room with her gun out.
She relaxed somewhat when she heard the noise was coming from the closet.
“Ow!”
“Get off my foot!”
“Holy shit, is that an axe?”
“Well, it’s not sequins from a prom dress sparkling at you.”
“Just open the door.”
“You’re closest.”
Mary rolled her eyes, lowering her gun. The door opened and the two girls spilled out of the closet.
“Hey, Mary,” Holly said with a slight smile as she adjusted her shirt.
“What have you done now?” Mary asked, glancing between the two of them.
“Actually? Nothing,” Grace said thoughtfully. “Well, not yet anyway.”
“Yet?” Mary repeated.
Holly made a noise of agreement before heading directly for Mary’s bureau and opening one of the drawers.
“What the hell are you doing?” Mary asked, staring at her, too dumbfounded to make a move.
“Staging an intervention,” Grace supplied, flopping down onto Mary’s bed.
“T-shirt, t-shirt, t-shirt, tank top, t-shirt,” Holly said as she threw each of the offending pieces of clothing over her shoulder. “Oh, look! Wait…no, tank top.”
“Stop it!” Mary said, grabbing the clothes off the floor.
Grace laughed from the bed, shaking her head. “There’s going to be bloodshed.”
“Mary… Grace and I -“ Holly began, but Grace cleared her throat, shooting a look at Holly. “Well, I think you’re wasting a lot of potential.”
“Oh, do you? So, you take it out on my clothes?”
“That is the lost potential.”
Mary rolled her eyes, beginning to stuff the pile of clothes back into the drawer. “For God’s sake…”
“You’re bringing shame to the Winchester name.”
She straightened quickly, expression hardening as she looked at Holly.
“Face it,” Holly said, not backing down to the slightly frightening look her sister was giving her. “You’ve got the being a badass thing down, but you’re lacking.”
“Lacking?” Mary scoffed. She turned on her heel and headed back for the kitchen.
“Yes,” she replied stubbornly, following Mary out of the room with Grace following behind her. “You’re playing down the extreme hottie that you are. It goes against your genetic making.”
Grace reached for the carton of ice cream, pulling off the cover while Mary was distracted.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mary said, shaking her head. “Don’t you have people in your own reality to annoy?”
“When was the last time you wore something that wasn’t a concert t-shirt?” Holly retorted.
“It works for me.”
“It works against you.”
“Oh, this should be interesting,” Grace interrupted, licking a bit of ice cream off her finger.
“Think of it in terms of not making a fashion statement, but making an impression,” Holly began.
“Thanks for the article, Lady Vogue, but I’m going to pass,” Mary said, trying to end the conversation and shuffle the two off back through the mirror.
“There’s a reason that guys tend to go for the girls in dresses or skimpy outfits…or the ones wearing the cardigans and the modest skirts,” Holly stated firmly. “What you wear gives off an impression and that impression can be really beneficial when you have a game plan…say, when you’re on a hunt.”
“She’s got a point,” Grace stated with a shrug as she took a little more ice cream out of the container. “Hunters spend a lot of time in bars and let’s face it…most of them think they’re God’s gift to the earth and want to protect their ‘little lady’. Playing the sweet, naïve girl from Kansas will totally catch them off guard when you kick their ass.”
“It’s Grifting 101, Mary,” Holly shrugged. “You play a role. And with that role comes clothing choices that aren’t out of Hunter’s Army Surplus Weekly.”
“This is ridiculous,” Mary said, glancing between the two of them, deliberately ignoring the fact that Grace was eating her ice cream out of the carton without a spoon. “You two wear jeans and t-shirts all the time.”
“True,” Holly said. “But we also wear colors that are on the brighter end of the spectrum on occasion.”
“You two aren’t going to leave until I give in,” Mary muttered. Maybe it would be easier just to let them do what they wanted…within reason…and shuffle them back through the mirror at the first opportunity?
“Well, my schedule is pretty clear,” Grace answered, with a shrug.
“Mine, too,” Holly agreed.
Sighing in slight defeat, Mary frowned. “Stop eating my ice cream,” Mary said, snatching the carton away from Grace.
---
As Mary drove, she didn’t feel the impending sense of doom. She felt like she was dealing with two of her little cousin Katie…and she didn’t hate the time they were having. Grace sat in the front, going through Mary’s IPod and picking out songs to play. Holly sat in the back, humming along. When they weren’t humming or fooling around, they were talking about pretty much anything…and given the fact that some of it was celebrity gossip, she found maybe some things would never change, no matter the verse.
“This is it, Mary,” Grace said, in a fake somber tone. “This is a mall.”
Holly made an ‘oohing’ noise by Mary’s ear.
Grace continued, undeterred. “Don’t fear it, it won’t hurt you.”
“Unless it’s Black Friday…but Mary would probably like shopping on Black Friday,” Holly added thoughtfully. “Very cutthroat…though you do need to leave the guns and the knives at home.”
“Guys,” Mary interjected, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been to the mall before.”
The two laughed, before Grace waved her arm. “Lead on.”
---
“What about this?” Mary tried, holding up a modest dress. This was getting ridiculous. She didn’t need a dress and she hated them. Why would she bother spending money on this?
“God no,” Grace said, wrinkling her nose. “You’d look like Mrs. Kent at a state dinner…except a lot more matronly.”
She heard Holly laugh from a couple of racks away. “Rocking the Professor McGonagall look?”
“Okay, you two have had your fun,” Mary said, hanging the dress back on the rack. “Let’s just go.”
“Absolutely not,” Holly said, appearing with an armful of dresses.
She dumped the dresses into Mary’s arms and pointed towards the dressing room.
Feeling a light push, she began walking. “I don’t like pink,” Mary said, noticing the dark pink fabric on one of the dresses.
“Oh, that one’s for Grace. It might look good on her.”
“It better not be sparkly,” Grace warned, taking the dress out of the pile.
“It’s not,” Holly responded exasperatedly.
“What’s with you and this sparkle hate?” Mary asked with her brow furrowed, clearly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable of having to go try on the dresses. “It’s a little frightening.”
Grace stood in one of the changing stalls before looking at Mary seriously. “Vampires, that’s all I’m going to say.”
“Vampires don’t sparkle.”
“They don’t,” Holly agreed. “Quit stalling and start stripping.”
Mary sighed before she went in the stall and closed the door. She hung the dresses on one off the hooks, frowning as she looked at the offending clothing. Grudgingly, she removed her top and her jeans, grabbing the first dress off the hanger.
“I want to see it on, Mary,” Holly called over the door.
“You don’t trust me?” Mary teased, pulling on a black cocktail dress
“No,” Two voices echoed in the dressing room.
Mary sighed, zipping up the dress. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. It didn’t look horrible. It just…wasn’t her. She never saw herself as one of those girls that she would see when she went to a benefit or some award thing for her mom, all dolled up and ready for any potential brush with the paparazzi.
She opened the door and stood there awkwardly.
“Nope, we can do better,” Holly said after a moment. “Next.”
Mary closed the door once more. This was going to be a long afternoon.
---
Finally, the amount of clothes started to dwindle. She was down to one strapless greenish-blue dress…that she had to admit she didn’t hate.
“Oh, I like it,” Holly said with a grin. “That color really brings out your eyes.”
“What do you think?” Grace asked.
Mary shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really like dresses.”
“You should always have at least one in your closet though,” Holly said patiently. “You never know when you have to put something on to blend in somewhere.”
“I guess,” Mary said, looking at herself in the mirror once more - barely recognizing what she saw.
“Do you have a strapless bra?” Holly asked.
“It’s not exactly functional when digging up graves,” Mary said quietly, knowing there were other people in the dressing room.
“We’re going to have to get you one.”
“I can handle that one myself.”
“Good,” Holly agreed. “Because that’s where I draw the line.”
“I don’t think we have to worry about Mary’s underwear,” Grace said with a laugh, pushing away from the wall she had been leaning against. She grabbed one of Mary’s bra straps between two fingers, snapping it against Mary’s shoulder. “Kinda racy…”
Mary’s cheeks flushed, eyes widening in surprise. “How do you -”
“Lesson number two: teach Mary the connotations of skimpy black underwear.”
Mary tried to shy away from the two girls and get back into the changing stall to change back into her clothes.
“Don’t think we need to, Grace,” Holly said, seeing Mary’s embarrassment. “Business on the outside, party underneath.”
“Does your father know you and Vicky share a secret?” Grace shouted as Mary shut the dressing room door quickly.
---
Thankfully, they moved away from the dress department. A couple hundred bucks later, Mary had a new dress and a couple of new tops that she didn’t have the desire to burn. She had to admit that her sisters at least weren’t the bows, frills, and flowers types of girls. Somehow, they had even convinced her to wear one of the new shirts out of the store - a pale green peasant top that she was surprisingly comfortable in.
True to her word, Holly wanted no part in the lingerie shopping when she could go peruse the whole mall. Besides, if Mary needed help finding that stuff, than she was a helpless case. They split up a while ago, Grace and Holly going to keep themselves entertained while Mary went to get the strapless bra that Holly said they weren’t leaving until she got. They agreed to meet in a half hour in the center of the mall near the fountain.
Having succeeded in her mission, Mary went to the meet up spot. Hopefully, they would be able to get out of here soon. Mary frowned as she approached, seeing a group of guys watching Grace and Holly. In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken - she recognized one of the guys watching them. She rolled her eyes skyward, as if asking why she was being punished. As if the day couldn’t get any worse. Kyle Mathews - former star quarterback of the high school football team, major pain in her ass. Wasn’t it enough that she had saved his life from a vampire? Shouldn’t he have disappeared from her life after that? They were out of high school, she should have never had to see him again.
Gritting her teeth, she walked up behind the group of boys as they decided which of them would go talk to the girls.
“They’re way out of your league,” Mary spoke up from behind him.
Kyle turned quickly and his eyes widened in surprise. “Mary?” He blinked. “You look like a girl.”
“I am a girl.”
“But you look like a hot girl.”
“Yes, thank you,” she said boredly. “Now, run along.”
“You know those girls?”
Mary nodded.
“You think you could -”
She glared at him, effectively silencing him. Stepping though the center of the group, Mary headed for her sisters who were waiting by a display fountain. They could be taken for any two airheads that would hang out at the mall at a Saturday. But, as soon as she got into listening distance, she could hear them talking about their preferred choice of weaponry.
“Hey, I picked this up for you,” Holly said, noticing Mary and holding out a bag.
“Perfume?” Mary asked, looking at the contents.
“Body spray,” Holly clarified. “Best scent for covering up the smell of a salt and burn.”
“Do I want to know how you know that?” Grace asked, brow furrowed.
“Aunt Sarah, actually,” Holly admitted. “I didn’t really want details on how she knows.”
“Good idea,” Grace agreed.
Mary took the bottle out of the bag, looking at the lightly tinted liquid.
“You’ll like it, I promise. It won’t make you smell like a French whore if that’s what you’re worried about,” Holly said with a laugh.
“Mary,” Kyle said, interrupting their conversation with a couple of his friends. “About back there I -”
She rolled her eyes, “Why are you over here? Especially with these-”
Mary motioned to his friends. Grace, not paying attention, did not see one of Kyle’s friend’s hands moving dangerously close to her behind. Mary frowned and removed the cover off the body spray, aiming and spraying it into his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Winchester!” Kyle said, backing away from her to avoid being her next target.
“You’re right,” Mary said calmly. “I do like it.”
The grabby handed guy sputtered and winced, his face turning red from the stinging of the alcohol in the spray getting in his eyes.
Satisfied, Mary put the cap back on the bottle. “Okay, let’s get you two home.”
---
“He’s cute,” Grace observed as they were walking away.
“Mathews?” Mary scoffed in disgust.
“Okay, he’s not,” she corrected, glancing towards Holly who nodded in agreement with Grace’s previous assessment.
They exited the building into the fading sunlight in the parking lot.
“Mary, I’ve got a confession to make,” Holly began.
“You have an addiction to spending money on other people’s credit cards.”
“Well, that,” she said. “And I actually think makeovers are fucking annoying.”
“Then why did we spend the whole day here?” Mary asked incredulously.
Holly shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to try something new…have fun once in a while.”
“What makes you think I had fun?”
“Please, you’re with us,” Grace said with a laugh. “Of course you had fun.”
---
“Mom? Dad?” Mary called as she walked into the house. She’d told them she would stop by when she got home from the hunt, but Holly and Grace’s impromptu invasion had delayed her schedule a bit.
Instead of her parents, her brother walked in through the back door, stopping short when he saw her. There wasn’t much of a difference. She still had on the top from the mall. And maybe she had put on a little lip gloss after Grace and Holly left. But if anyone asked, she’d deny it.
“Did you lose a bet?” Caleb asked cautiously.
“No.”
“Possessed?”
“No.”
“Huh,” he said, before shrugging. “You look good.”
The hints of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she sobered. She had business to finish. Hearing her father’s lecture about not checking in sooner couldn’t be put off much longer.
Author: divas_lament
Beta: fonapola
Rated: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville
Characters: Mary Winchester (from fonapola's Spawn Verse), Grace Winchester (from muses_circle's Spawn Verse), Holly Winchester
Summary: Some multi-reality sisterly bonding, complete with death threats, shopping, and fragrance warfare.
“Gracie Lou Freebush!” Holly said, walking out of the mirror.
“You are just asking to be shot,” Grace muttered, glancing at her sister from another dimension. “Don’t call me that again.”
“You know how we were talking about life is boring and we need more challenges?”
“Yes,” Grace said slowly, cautiously.
“I’ve got one.”
“A life?”
Holly frowned. “A challenge.”
“What is it?”
She smirked, motioning towards the mirror. “I think it’s time our older sister learned to embrace her girly side.”
“This isn’t going to end well,” Grace said even though she was getting off of her bed and heading towards the mirror.
“What’s a challenge without the risk of death?” Holly reasoned as Grace found the dial to the mirror and set course for Mary Winchester’s universe.
---
She’d just gotten home from a week of tracking a wendigo through the woods. She was tired, cranky, and could still feel the bugs crawling on her skin. Mary was proud that she could adapt to a number of situations and could handle just about anything. But if she had the opportunity, she avoided camping. This time she wasn’t so lucky.
Back from a trip to restock her fridge, Mary placed the bags from the store on the counter. She began to unpack when she heard a crash from her bedroom. She was on guard immediately. Forgetting the half-melted ice cream on the counter, she approached the room with her gun out.
She relaxed somewhat when she heard the noise was coming from the closet.
“Ow!”
“Get off my foot!”
“Holy shit, is that an axe?”
“Well, it’s not sequins from a prom dress sparkling at you.”
“Just open the door.”
“You’re closest.”
Mary rolled her eyes, lowering her gun. The door opened and the two girls spilled out of the closet.
“Hey, Mary,” Holly said with a slight smile as she adjusted her shirt.
“What have you done now?” Mary asked, glancing between the two of them.
“Actually? Nothing,” Grace said thoughtfully. “Well, not yet anyway.”
“Yet?” Mary repeated.
Holly made a noise of agreement before heading directly for Mary’s bureau and opening one of the drawers.
“What the hell are you doing?” Mary asked, staring at her, too dumbfounded to make a move.
“Staging an intervention,” Grace supplied, flopping down onto Mary’s bed.
“T-shirt, t-shirt, t-shirt, tank top, t-shirt,” Holly said as she threw each of the offending pieces of clothing over her shoulder. “Oh, look! Wait…no, tank top.”
“Stop it!” Mary said, grabbing the clothes off the floor.
Grace laughed from the bed, shaking her head. “There’s going to be bloodshed.”
“Mary… Grace and I -“ Holly began, but Grace cleared her throat, shooting a look at Holly. “Well, I think you’re wasting a lot of potential.”
“Oh, do you? So, you take it out on my clothes?”
“That is the lost potential.”
Mary rolled her eyes, beginning to stuff the pile of clothes back into the drawer. “For God’s sake…”
“You’re bringing shame to the Winchester name.”
She straightened quickly, expression hardening as she looked at Holly.
“Face it,” Holly said, not backing down to the slightly frightening look her sister was giving her. “You’ve got the being a badass thing down, but you’re lacking.”
“Lacking?” Mary scoffed. She turned on her heel and headed back for the kitchen.
“Yes,” she replied stubbornly, following Mary out of the room with Grace following behind her. “You’re playing down the extreme hottie that you are. It goes against your genetic making.”
Grace reached for the carton of ice cream, pulling off the cover while Mary was distracted.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mary said, shaking her head. “Don’t you have people in your own reality to annoy?”
“When was the last time you wore something that wasn’t a concert t-shirt?” Holly retorted.
“It works for me.”
“It works against you.”
“Oh, this should be interesting,” Grace interrupted, licking a bit of ice cream off her finger.
“Think of it in terms of not making a fashion statement, but making an impression,” Holly began.
“Thanks for the article, Lady Vogue, but I’m going to pass,” Mary said, trying to end the conversation and shuffle the two off back through the mirror.
“There’s a reason that guys tend to go for the girls in dresses or skimpy outfits…or the ones wearing the cardigans and the modest skirts,” Holly stated firmly. “What you wear gives off an impression and that impression can be really beneficial when you have a game plan…say, when you’re on a hunt.”
“She’s got a point,” Grace stated with a shrug as she took a little more ice cream out of the container. “Hunters spend a lot of time in bars and let’s face it…most of them think they’re God’s gift to the earth and want to protect their ‘little lady’. Playing the sweet, naïve girl from Kansas will totally catch them off guard when you kick their ass.”
“It’s Grifting 101, Mary,” Holly shrugged. “You play a role. And with that role comes clothing choices that aren’t out of Hunter’s Army Surplus Weekly.”
“This is ridiculous,” Mary said, glancing between the two of them, deliberately ignoring the fact that Grace was eating her ice cream out of the carton without a spoon. “You two wear jeans and t-shirts all the time.”
“True,” Holly said. “But we also wear colors that are on the brighter end of the spectrum on occasion.”
“You two aren’t going to leave until I give in,” Mary muttered. Maybe it would be easier just to let them do what they wanted…within reason…and shuffle them back through the mirror at the first opportunity?
“Well, my schedule is pretty clear,” Grace answered, with a shrug.
“Mine, too,” Holly agreed.
Sighing in slight defeat, Mary frowned. “Stop eating my ice cream,” Mary said, snatching the carton away from Grace.
---
As Mary drove, she didn’t feel the impending sense of doom. She felt like she was dealing with two of her little cousin Katie…and she didn’t hate the time they were having. Grace sat in the front, going through Mary’s IPod and picking out songs to play. Holly sat in the back, humming along. When they weren’t humming or fooling around, they were talking about pretty much anything…and given the fact that some of it was celebrity gossip, she found maybe some things would never change, no matter the verse.
“This is it, Mary,” Grace said, in a fake somber tone. “This is a mall.”
Holly made an ‘oohing’ noise by Mary’s ear.
Grace continued, undeterred. “Don’t fear it, it won’t hurt you.”
“Unless it’s Black Friday…but Mary would probably like shopping on Black Friday,” Holly added thoughtfully. “Very cutthroat…though you do need to leave the guns and the knives at home.”
“Guys,” Mary interjected, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been to the mall before.”
The two laughed, before Grace waved her arm. “Lead on.”
---
“What about this?” Mary tried, holding up a modest dress. This was getting ridiculous. She didn’t need a dress and she hated them. Why would she bother spending money on this?
“God no,” Grace said, wrinkling her nose. “You’d look like Mrs. Kent at a state dinner…except a lot more matronly.”
She heard Holly laugh from a couple of racks away. “Rocking the Professor McGonagall look?”
“Okay, you two have had your fun,” Mary said, hanging the dress back on the rack. “Let’s just go.”
“Absolutely not,” Holly said, appearing with an armful of dresses.
She dumped the dresses into Mary’s arms and pointed towards the dressing room.
Feeling a light push, she began walking. “I don’t like pink,” Mary said, noticing the dark pink fabric on one of the dresses.
“Oh, that one’s for Grace. It might look good on her.”
“It better not be sparkly,” Grace warned, taking the dress out of the pile.
“It’s not,” Holly responded exasperatedly.
“What’s with you and this sparkle hate?” Mary asked with her brow furrowed, clearly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable of having to go try on the dresses. “It’s a little frightening.”
Grace stood in one of the changing stalls before looking at Mary seriously. “Vampires, that’s all I’m going to say.”
“Vampires don’t sparkle.”
“They don’t,” Holly agreed. “Quit stalling and start stripping.”
Mary sighed before she went in the stall and closed the door. She hung the dresses on one off the hooks, frowning as she looked at the offending clothing. Grudgingly, she removed her top and her jeans, grabbing the first dress off the hanger.
“I want to see it on, Mary,” Holly called over the door.
“You don’t trust me?” Mary teased, pulling on a black cocktail dress
“No,” Two voices echoed in the dressing room.
Mary sighed, zipping up the dress. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. It didn’t look horrible. It just…wasn’t her. She never saw herself as one of those girls that she would see when she went to a benefit or some award thing for her mom, all dolled up and ready for any potential brush with the paparazzi.
She opened the door and stood there awkwardly.
“Nope, we can do better,” Holly said after a moment. “Next.”
Mary closed the door once more. This was going to be a long afternoon.
---
Finally, the amount of clothes started to dwindle. She was down to one strapless greenish-blue dress…that she had to admit she didn’t hate.
“Oh, I like it,” Holly said with a grin. “That color really brings out your eyes.”
“What do you think?” Grace asked.
Mary shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really like dresses.”
“You should always have at least one in your closet though,” Holly said patiently. “You never know when you have to put something on to blend in somewhere.”
“I guess,” Mary said, looking at herself in the mirror once more - barely recognizing what she saw.
“Do you have a strapless bra?” Holly asked.
“It’s not exactly functional when digging up graves,” Mary said quietly, knowing there were other people in the dressing room.
“We’re going to have to get you one.”
“I can handle that one myself.”
“Good,” Holly agreed. “Because that’s where I draw the line.”
“I don’t think we have to worry about Mary’s underwear,” Grace said with a laugh, pushing away from the wall she had been leaning against. She grabbed one of Mary’s bra straps between two fingers, snapping it against Mary’s shoulder. “Kinda racy…”
Mary’s cheeks flushed, eyes widening in surprise. “How do you -”
“Lesson number two: teach Mary the connotations of skimpy black underwear.”
Mary tried to shy away from the two girls and get back into the changing stall to change back into her clothes.
“Don’t think we need to, Grace,” Holly said, seeing Mary’s embarrassment. “Business on the outside, party underneath.”
“Does your father know you and Vicky share a secret?” Grace shouted as Mary shut the dressing room door quickly.
---
Thankfully, they moved away from the dress department. A couple hundred bucks later, Mary had a new dress and a couple of new tops that she didn’t have the desire to burn. She had to admit that her sisters at least weren’t the bows, frills, and flowers types of girls. Somehow, they had even convinced her to wear one of the new shirts out of the store - a pale green peasant top that she was surprisingly comfortable in.
True to her word, Holly wanted no part in the lingerie shopping when she could go peruse the whole mall. Besides, if Mary needed help finding that stuff, than she was a helpless case. They split up a while ago, Grace and Holly going to keep themselves entertained while Mary went to get the strapless bra that Holly said they weren’t leaving until she got. They agreed to meet in a half hour in the center of the mall near the fountain.
Having succeeded in her mission, Mary went to the meet up spot. Hopefully, they would be able to get out of here soon. Mary frowned as she approached, seeing a group of guys watching Grace and Holly. In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken - she recognized one of the guys watching them. She rolled her eyes skyward, as if asking why she was being punished. As if the day couldn’t get any worse. Kyle Mathews - former star quarterback of the high school football team, major pain in her ass. Wasn’t it enough that she had saved his life from a vampire? Shouldn’t he have disappeared from her life after that? They were out of high school, she should have never had to see him again.
Gritting her teeth, she walked up behind the group of boys as they decided which of them would go talk to the girls.
“They’re way out of your league,” Mary spoke up from behind him.
Kyle turned quickly and his eyes widened in surprise. “Mary?” He blinked. “You look like a girl.”
“I am a girl.”
“But you look like a hot girl.”
“Yes, thank you,” she said boredly. “Now, run along.”
“You know those girls?”
Mary nodded.
“You think you could -”
She glared at him, effectively silencing him. Stepping though the center of the group, Mary headed for her sisters who were waiting by a display fountain. They could be taken for any two airheads that would hang out at the mall at a Saturday. But, as soon as she got into listening distance, she could hear them talking about their preferred choice of weaponry.
“Hey, I picked this up for you,” Holly said, noticing Mary and holding out a bag.
“Perfume?” Mary asked, looking at the contents.
“Body spray,” Holly clarified. “Best scent for covering up the smell of a salt and burn.”
“Do I want to know how you know that?” Grace asked, brow furrowed.
“Aunt Sarah, actually,” Holly admitted. “I didn’t really want details on how she knows.”
“Good idea,” Grace agreed.
Mary took the bottle out of the bag, looking at the lightly tinted liquid.
“You’ll like it, I promise. It won’t make you smell like a French whore if that’s what you’re worried about,” Holly said with a laugh.
“Mary,” Kyle said, interrupting their conversation with a couple of his friends. “About back there I -”
She rolled her eyes, “Why are you over here? Especially with these-”
Mary motioned to his friends. Grace, not paying attention, did not see one of Kyle’s friend’s hands moving dangerously close to her behind. Mary frowned and removed the cover off the body spray, aiming and spraying it into his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Winchester!” Kyle said, backing away from her to avoid being her next target.
“You’re right,” Mary said calmly. “I do like it.”
The grabby handed guy sputtered and winced, his face turning red from the stinging of the alcohol in the spray getting in his eyes.
Satisfied, Mary put the cap back on the bottle. “Okay, let’s get you two home.”
---
“He’s cute,” Grace observed as they were walking away.
“Mathews?” Mary scoffed in disgust.
“Okay, he’s not,” she corrected, glancing towards Holly who nodded in agreement with Grace’s previous assessment.
They exited the building into the fading sunlight in the parking lot.
“Mary, I’ve got a confession to make,” Holly began.
“You have an addiction to spending money on other people’s credit cards.”
“Well, that,” she said. “And I actually think makeovers are fucking annoying.”
“Then why did we spend the whole day here?” Mary asked incredulously.
Holly shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to try something new…have fun once in a while.”
“What makes you think I had fun?”
“Please, you’re with us,” Grace said with a laugh. “Of course you had fun.”
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“Mom? Dad?” Mary called as she walked into the house. She’d told them she would stop by when she got home from the hunt, but Holly and Grace’s impromptu invasion had delayed her schedule a bit.
Instead of her parents, her brother walked in through the back door, stopping short when he saw her. There wasn’t much of a difference. She still had on the top from the mall. And maybe she had put on a little lip gloss after Grace and Holly left. But if anyone asked, she’d deny it.
“Did you lose a bet?” Caleb asked cautiously.
“No.”
“Possessed?”
“No.”
“Huh,” he said, before shrugging. “You look good.”
The hints of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she sobered. She had business to finish. Hearing her father’s lecture about not checking in sooner couldn’t be put off much longer.