[Dean/Jo] THIS is how Dean's mask looks like! And THIS is Jo's. I think Jo will look really beautiful!!! ^^
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One. News Years Masquerade Balls were stupid. You didn’t get to see anyone’s faces until after the whole thing was over.
Two. The people here were kind of lame. The boys to be precise, trying to get girls numbers by giving the lame excuse of saying that you’ve known them since last year seeing as ‘last year’ was just about a few seconds ago.
Three. Jo didn’t know anyone here and yet her mother had forced her into going.
Four. She had been stupid enough to say yes.
Five. The gaudy masks and vibrant colours all around her weren’t making this any easier for her eyes.
Jo heaved a sigh, and sat down on one of the chairs, watching as the people danced. From the corner of her eye she catches the same silver and black masked dude looking in her direction. He’s been watching her since a quarter past eleven and Jo expects he wants to talk to her. But he’s too shy to make the first move.
There’s something about him though that has her intrigued. She grabs a fizzy apple drink off a waiter’s tray and then walks over to him. He pretends to look away now, not watching her and she shakes her head a smile on her lips for some reason.
“I saw you watching me, mister,” she says taking a sip of her drink.
His lips turn up at the corner, “Who said I was watching you?”
He was teasing her! “Because your eyes have been following me since a quarter past eleven.”
“And you would know this only because you’ve been watching me.”
“Yes,” she answers.
His green eyes sparkle as he turns towards her, “Do you like me?”
“What?” she laughs, “I barely even know you!”
He laughs too, “Same here,” he says, “I just thought you looked very nice.”
Jo felt herself blushing at the compliment, “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”
“So are you here with anyone?” he asks.
Jo shakes her head, “Just…stagging around.”
He laughs at her little joke. Oh god, she feels as lame as the rest of them. Jo realizes that he’s got a really nice laughter; it’s warm and deep and makes her insides feel funny.
“Could I maybe interest you in being my partner?”
Jo falls silent; her heart is racing for a reason she cannot yet understand. “Okay.”
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As midnight approaches and the New Year Countdown draws nearer, Jo realizes that she is completely at ease with this man at her side. He’s really nice and funny; then again sometimes he can be a little rude and crass as all men are. But Jo finds it bearable with him. A small part of her knows she’s halfway in love with him.
Five. He’s holding her hand now.
Four. He has her in his arms.
Three. He leans in close, their foreheads touching.
Two. She closes her eyes, feeling his breath hot on her lips.
One. Her first kiss is stolen.
As they pull away and the lights turn on, the emcee says that they can remove their masks. Jo is taken aback at the looks of this guy. He’s like some sort of prince charming come to life.
He grins at her and without the silver and black mask, it’s a thousand times better than she expected, “My name is Dean. Dean Winchester.”
Jo nods at his name at a loss for words. ‘Not so smart now are we?’ her thoughts taunt her.
“You?” He prompts, still holding her in his arms.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle, call me Jo,” she says.
Dean smiles, leaning to kiss Jo softly on the lips again, “I’m glad I got to know you Jo.”
And Jo is just as glad. Who knew that her mother’s forcefulness would turn out into something like this?
Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, New Years Masquerade Ball
One. News Years Masquerade Balls were stupid. You didn’t get to see anyone’s faces until after the whole thing was over.
Two. The people here were kind of lame. The boys to be precise, trying to get girls numbers by giving the lame excuse of saying that you’ve known them since last year seeing as ‘last year’ was just about a few seconds ago.
Three. Jo didn’t know anyone here and yet her mother had forced her into going.
Four. She had been stupid enough to say yes.
Five. The gaudy masks and vibrant colours all around her weren’t making this any easier for her eyes.
Jo heaved a sigh, and sat down on one of the chairs, watching as the people danced. From the corner of her eye she catches the same silver and black masked dude looking in her direction. He’s been watching her since a quarter past eleven and Jo expects he wants to talk to her. But he’s too shy to make the first move.
There’s something about him though that has her intrigued. She grabs a fizzy apple drink off a waiter’s tray and then walks over to him. He pretends to look away now, not watching her and she shakes her head a smile on her lips for some reason.
“I saw you watching me, mister,” she says taking a sip of her drink.
His lips turn up at the corner, “Who said I was watching you?”
He was teasing her! “Because your eyes have been following me since a quarter past eleven.”
“And you would know this only because you’ve been watching me.”
“Yes,” she answers.
His green eyes sparkle as he turns towards her, “Do you like me?”
“What?” she laughs, “I barely even know you!”
He laughs too, “Same here,” he says, “I just thought you looked very nice.”
Jo felt herself blushing at the compliment, “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”
“So are you here with anyone?” he asks.
Jo shakes her head, “Just…stagging around.”
He laughs at her little joke. Oh god, she feels as lame as the rest of them. Jo realizes that he’s got a really nice laughter; it’s warm and deep and makes her insides feel funny.
“Could I maybe interest you in being my partner?”
Jo falls silent; her heart is racing for a reason she cannot yet understand. “Okay.”
As midnight approaches and the New Year Countdown draws nearer, Jo realizes that she is completely at ease with this man at her side. He’s really nice and funny; then again sometimes he can be a little rude and crass as all men are. But Jo finds it bearable with him. A small part of her knows she’s halfway in love with him.
Five. He’s holding her hand now.
Four. He has her in his arms.
Three. He leans in close, their foreheads touching.
Two. She closes her eyes, feeling his breath hot on her lips.
One. Her first kiss is stolen.
As they pull away and the lights turn on, the emcee says that they can remove their masks. Jo is taken aback at the looks of this guy. He’s like some sort of prince charming come to life.
He grins at her and without the silver and black mask, it’s a thousand times better than she expected, “My name is Dean. Dean Winchester.”
Jo nods at his name at a loss for words. ‘Not so smart now are we?’ her thoughts taunt her.
“You?” He prompts, still holding her in his arms.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle, call me Jo,” she says.
Dean smiles, leaning to kiss Jo softly on the lips again, “I’m glad I got to know you Jo.”
And Jo is just as glad. Who knew that her mother’s forcefulness would turn out into something like this?