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At the hospital, Dean went inside to get Angelina, since he convinced her to wait inside for him so she wouldn't have to stand in the cold.
"Nurses station." The girl at the front desk informed him as soon as he came into view.
"Thanks." He walked past her with a wink, then found his way down the hall.
Just as he was about to knock he heard the conversation going on inside, between Angelina and two other nurses.
"Come on, he can't be that good." One of them said.
Angelina's voice carried a sly smile in it. "I'm pretty sure he could find it blindfolded, upside down, with his hands tied behind him."
The realization of what their topic was made Dean grin to himself, pleased with himself at what he heard.
"Or maybe you just don't have much to compare to?" Another woman's voice came.
"Listen here, I know for a fact you have the same little friend in your drawer as me, and we both know how well that thing works, and I'm telling you this is so much better."
The first girl laughed. "I've never seen you this into a man."
"I've never been this into a man." Angelina confirmed. "But then again he made me see starts more times in these few weeks than all of my exes combined."
Dean couldn't stop himself from chuckling, and when the voices inside went quiet he simply pushed the door open, wearing a self satisfied grin.
"Oh my god." The older nurse blushed furiously. "Fuck's sake you could be my son and you just heard all that."
Angelina laughed, seemingly not embarrassed at all, and simply took her jacket. "Well then, we've got places to be."
"Your bed, apparently." The other nurse giggled.
"Funny." Angelina scoffed.
"Wouldn't complain." Dean shrugged.
"I know you wouldn't." She rolled her eyes, waving at the other two nurses as she pushed him out the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Don't end up on maternity leave." One of them said.
Dean laughed out loud, draping an arm over Angelina's shoulders. "Blindfolded, upside down, with my arms behind my back, huh?"
"Feel free to take it as a challenge." She shrugged.
"Challenge accepted." Dean's smile was impish, daring.
Angelina smiled one to match, but then patted his shoulder. "Shopping first."
As planned, they called to say there was roadwork, claiming they were stuck, and then proceeded to drive to the nearest mall.
"Alright. As much as I'd enjoy dragging you around for ages, we have to do this as quickly as possible, so they don't get suspicious." Angelina said when they stepped into the mall.
It was crowded, kids were crying on every corner, people were yelling, Christmas music blared from the speakers, mall Santa pranced around. For Dean it was truly a bizarre experience.
Their first destination was a shoe store, where Angelina found a pair of heels for Frances, saying she'd been eyeing them for months.
Next they walked into a tech store, where they were told the pair of speakers she had meant to buy for Oliver was sold out.
"You promised you'd put them aside for me." She sighed, apparently she knew the guy who worked there.
"I'm sorry." The guy, name tag reading Robert, said. "My boss found them and took them for his son."
"Fucker." Angelina sighed. She had a coupon for those, and any other tech at the store was far too expensive. They went to two more stores selling similar items, all sold out.
"What else could he want?" Dean asked, looking around the store.
Angelina crossed her arms, looking around as well. "I don't know, the little shit won't say so I don't spend money."
Dean stopped a wall of portable CD players on display. "I think Frances said his was broken."
"Really?" She lit up a little, eyeing the price tags. The cheapest one didn't look too bad, and it was 35 bucks. Not too bad. "That could work."
"Need any help?" A worker asked.
Angelina eyed the CD players behind the glass. "Could we get the black one?"
"I'm afraid the black one is no longer available, but we've got blue and red of the same model."
"Red, then." She said, grateful to finally find something.
"Of course." The worker unlocked the glass and handed her s box. "Anything else?"
"No, thank you." Angelina smiled and went to pay.
Dean eyed the store across from the one they were in. It looked like something Angelina would like. The mannequins wore fluffy pajamas and hoodies, animal print, cartoon characters, some with text.
It was a little funny to see the contrast between her usual wardrobe and her nightwear. At the moment she wore jeans, boots with a tiny heel, a dark purple turtleneck, a brown jacket the same shade as her boots and purse. All very intentional, all rather dark colours.
However, around the house she usually wore any old shirt(lately more often than not one of Dean's), paired with pajamas bottoms with all sorts of prints. Dean's personal favourite was a pair of hot pink cheetah print ones.
"What you looking at?" She asked, standing by his side with the bag.
"Come on, you'll pick something out for yourself." He smiled and lead her towards the store he'd been looking at.
"Dean, that's not necessary." She laughed, but he saw her eyes go wide when she stepped in.
Dean just chuckled. "Pick something."
Angelina was well aware that all of Dean's money came from credit card fraud, but she didn't really care that much about that. She only feared what would happen if he got caught.
"You sure?" She asked.
"We're not leaving until you find something you like."
A worker approached them. "Hello, I'm Leah, can I help you with something?"
Angelina seemed to hesitate for just a second, but then asked. "Do you have the Winnie the Pooh pajama set in XL?"
"Let me check." Leah smiled, then came back a minute later with the said set. "Would you like to try it on?"
"Sure." Angelina agreed, handing Dean her purse.
He put it in one of the bags he was holding, then followed her into the changing rooms and sat down on a couch that was placed there. Another man sat to his left. Just by looking at him Dean knew he'd hate for a conversation to be started.
Luckily, the other guy kept quiet. The reason Dean didn't want to talk to him was the fact that he was wearing a military shit. Having had an issue with any form of authority his whole life, Dean didn't like the military too much. They were more tolerable than cops, yes, but just barely.
Dean gestured for Leah to come closer, then lowered his tone, pointing at a pair of fuzzy, chocolate brown slippers that had bear ears on them. "At checkout, throw in those as well, without her seeing."
Leah smiled. "Sure thing."
Angelina came out of the changing room with a huge smile. "It's so soft."
"It's adorable." Dean chuckled, she looked so cuddly in it.
When Angelina went back to change, she called Dean over to the curtain to come and grab the pajama set so they wouldn't have to wait in line for as long, which came in handy since Dean could easily buy the additional slippers without her noticing.
"You wait here, I need to get you something and you can't see what it is." She told him when they walked out of the store, there was a few armchairs and couches strung about.
"You-"
"Nuh-uh, don't even start with not getting you anything." Angelina wagged a finger in his face. "Just sit pretty until I come back."
"Calling me pretty again." Dean laughed.
She took her purse from him, stole a kiss, and turned away. "Damn right I am."
While he waited Dean spotted a bookstore, which reminded him that Sam used to have a pretty big collection, but they all burnt up in the fire. Deciding to get him something, Dean went in and spent quite some time looking at the various titles, in search of a single one he'd recognize.
He would be lying if he said he didn't feel stupid, but just as he was about to give up he spotted a pocket sized edition of Of Mice and Men. He had no idea what it was really about, but knew Sam used to have a worn, annotated to hell copy.
Even with all the time he spent looking for it, he still waited for Angelina for some time, before he spotted her making her way towards him with two little bags.
"Okay so, one is a surprise." She put one of the small bags into the bigger one, which contained Frances' shoes, and then held up the other one. "But this one I'll spoil so I can see you squirm."
"That so?" Dean eyed the small bag, it was white, with a red logo of a store he didn't recognize.
"In the car." Angelina just smiled.
Dean had likely never wanted to get to his car sooner, and once he finally got all the bags into the back seat and sat down behind the wheel, he gave up on trying to fake disinterest.
"Calm down." Angelina laughed, she was being deliberately slow while digging through the small bag on her lap. There was the sound of fabric rustling inside. Delicate fabric, the kind that barely made a sound.
"You're enjoying this."
"I'm sure it's not the worst kind of torture you've endured." She chuckled, finally taking something out of the bag. "You said you liked red on me, yes?"
Dean's brain short circuited when he managed to realize what it was. A nightgown. Delicate, red slip, dangerously short. Sheer, the kind that left no room for imagination.
His imagination running wild was cut short by Angelina putting the dress back into the bag. "Christmas, remember?"
"You're torturing me." Dean concluded.
"Maybe a little."
"This is evil."
"This is fun." She corrected, leaning over to kiss him. "And don't act like I'm making you stay celibate until then."
"That would be attempted murder." Dean chuckled, then pulled her closer.
"I don't think anyone has ever died from blue balls."
"I would be the first, then."
She laughed. "Luckily you don't have to be. But you have to get us home before they start calling."