Missing shoe / dean di laurentis
Warnings: party, alcohol, drunk
The house was loud enough to feel like it was shaking. Music thumped through the walls, cups were scattered across every surface, people were packed into the whole downstairs so tightly that moving required shoulder-checking strangers just to get through.
Dean sat across from Logan at the dining table finishing a drinking game neither of them had been taking too seriously.
”You cheated,” Logan accused immediately.
Dean snorted. ”You say that every single time you lose.”
”Because you cheat every single time i lose.”
”Well, that sounds like a you problem.”
Logan flipped him off while Dean laughed and reached for his beer.
The instinctively glanced around the room. Looking for her. Without even realizing it.
But his smile faded when he didn’t spot her immediately. Weird. She’d been everywhere all night. Holding onto him earlier while he talked to Garret, stealing drinks from him and everyone around here every chance she got, dancing with Allie hard enough that she crashed into more people than she probably even realized. Talking about the most random things with Tucker.
Dean glanced around again. Still nothing.
Beau noticed immediately. ”What?”
Dean shrugged once. ”Haven’t seen her in a while.”
Beau looked around lazily. ”She’s probably just off terrorizing somebody for drinks.”
”Hopefully not.”
He quickly pulls out his phone and sends her a text. Asking her where she is. But no answer.
Across the room he spotted Allie and Hannah, he stood automatically and made his way through the crowd toward them. ”Allie.”
She looked up immediately.
”Where’s she at?”
Allie frowned slightly. ”I thought she was with you.”
”Well as you can see, she’s not.”
”we haven’t seen her since we were in the kitchen.”
”How long ago was that?”
”A while ago?” Hannah nodded in agreement.
Dean’s jaw tightened slightly. ”And?”
”She was fine,” Hannah said quickly. ”I mean, she was really drunk. But she seemed fine.”
Dean smiled tightly at them before turning away. Taking his phone out of his pocket. Attempting to call her. But yet again no answer.
”Maybe she went to your room?” Allie offered.
”Yeah. Probably”
He barely finished his sentence before he was walking towards his room. Pushing through the thick crowded room of people.
He checked his room. Empty. Bathrooms. Empty other than the ones with couples making out. The guys bedrooms were empty aswell.
He then checked the backyard. Nothing.
He pushed through the room again and walked out onto the porch. Cold air hit him instantly.
The noise from inside muffled slightly behind him as he closed the door.
He scanned the porch. Then froze. She sat on the front steps leaning against the railing. With her eyes closed and one arm dangling loosely across her lap.
”Baby.”
No response.
Dean crossed the porch quickly and crouched in front of her.
”Hey.”
She opened her eyes slowly. And her face softened when she realized who was sitting in front of her. Her boyfriend. Her Dean.
”There you are.” She slurred quietly.
Dean let out a breath through his nose. ”What are you doing out here baby? You must be cold.”
She blinked at him lazily. ”I just wanted some air.”
”Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gone with you.”
”I don’t know.”
Her head lolled slightly against the railing while Dean looked her over carefully. Hair messy from the wind. Mascara faintly smudged underneath her eyes. Her tiny dress ridden dangerously high on her thighs from how she’d been sitting curled up. And she was shaking.
Then Dean’s eyes dropped lower. One heel. One bare foot. He stared.
”…where’s your shoe?”
She looked down slowly. There was a long pause before genuine horror crossed her face. ”Oh.”
”Yeah.”
”I had both earlier.”
”I know you did sweetheart.”
She kept staring at her foot like she couldn’t fully process it.
”When did that happen?”
Dean laughed quietly despite himself.
”You tell me.”
A weak laugh escaped her before another shiver ran through her hard enough Dean noticed almost immediately.
That settled it.
”Okay, let’s get up.”
She frowned slightly. ”Why?”
”Because you’re freezing.”
”I’m okay.”
”You’re literally shaking.”
Dean stood and reached for her carefully, sliding his hands around her waist to pull her upright.
The second she stood, her entire body swayed violently sideways.
”Whoa—”
Dean tightened his grip on her immediately.
She burst into startled laughter.
”Yeah,” he muttered. ”C’mon”
She leaned heavily against him while he steadied her, one hand firm on her waist while the other tugged the hem of her dress back down where it had ridden up.
She smiled at him. ”You love me.”
Dean looked down at her for a second. Completely drunk. One shoe missing. Barely able to stand. But still smiling at him like he hung the moon.
”Yes, i do.”
She giggled against him.
Dean kept his hands securely on her hips as he guided her back inside. Warm air and noise hit them immediately.
The second Logan looked up from his conversation and saw her climbing onto Dean, he barked out a laugh.
”Holy shit. You okay?”
”I’m fine.” She replied weakly.
”Where is her other shoe?” He asked Dean.
”I don’t know man.”
Dean guided her further into the kitchen. Every few seconds she drifted sideways into him. Practically melting against his chest while he moved her carefully around people.
He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and twisted the cap off before placing it in her hands. ”Drink.”
She held the bottle with both hands like it required actual concentration.
Garrett leaned against the counter watching them. ”Dude. Maybe you should take her upstairs and put her to bed. She’s obliterated.”
”Yeah. Yeah, I will.”
She took two tiny sips before looking up sadly.
”Dean?”
”Yes, baby.”
”My shoe’s gone.”
”I know.” Dean said patiently.
”I really liked those shoes.”
”I’m sure they liked you too.”
That made both her and Garret laugh, before she nearly tipped sideways again.
”Okay. Let’s get you upstairs now.”
She clung onto him the entire way upstairs, arms looped loosely around his neck whenever she stumbled while Dean kept both hands steady on her waist to keep her upright.
By the time they reached his room, she was giggling at absolutely nothing.
Dean shut his bedroom door behind them, muffling the party downstairs slightly.
”Alright.” He said gently. ”Sit down.”
She dropped heavily onto his bed.
Dean crouched to pull off her remaining heel before tossing it near his closet.
Then he looked up at her properly. Still drunk. Still blinking slowly. Hair a mess.
He sighed quietly before standing and grabbing one of his t-shirt from his dresser. ”You need help to put this on?”
”Yes.”
Dean helped her zip of the tight dress she had been wearing, and pulled the t-shirt over her head. After some struggle she was now only wearing his shirt and a pair underwear.
”It smells like you.”
”That’s usually how my clothes work.”
That earned a laugh from her.
He kicked off his shoes. And took of everything but his boxers, and then climbed into bed next to her. Tugging a blanked over them as they laid down.
The second he settled against the pillows, she practically collapsed onto him.
Arms wrapping around his waist. Face buried against his chest. Legs thrown over his.
”I love you.” She whispered.
Dean’s expression softened instantly.
”I love you too, baby.”
