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Ten Minutes Ago (Part 2)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Cinderella Au)

Words: 2334-ish

Summary: The Reader meets two unexpected people, one who gives her a reason to go to the ball and one who helps her get there.

Warnings: Magic… i guess?

Tags: @a-girl-who-loves-disney

On Thursday, Dean was finishing up with the royal tailor when his bedroom door burst open and his brother and best friend stormed in.

“Come on brother, we’re going hunting before your big debut.” Sam proclaimed, marching up in his gear with a rifle strapped to his back. Castiel, the head guard and Dean’s best friend stood silently beside the young prince, also in hunting leathers and a gun around his shoulder.

“Hunting?” Dean questioned, although it was fairly obvious.

Castiel nodded. “Yes, your highness, us and a couple other guards are taking you hunting as a early birthday present. It is bear season after all.”

The tailor finished and bowed before leaving the room. Dean walked over to the large mirror and examined the formal uniform. “You’ll get all the ladies in that.” Sam joked.

“Shut up.” Dean responded, then sighed, turning slightly to get a better view of the back. “Get out.”

“Your highness?” Cas questioned, confused.

The elder prince glanced and them and smirked. “If we’re going hunting, I can’t wear this. Get my horse ready and I’ll meet you after I change.” Sam nodded and Castiel bowed. “Oh, and cut the crap Cas. Just because I was gone for two years doesn’t mean you have to call me ‘Your Highness’ again.”

The guard smiled a little and nodded as they left. Alone again, Dean’s smile dropped and he sighed yet again. He didn’t like the uniform. It was stuffy and ugly. He would much rather spend the weekend riding or reading or just about anything other than entertaining a bunch of prissy girls.

“Just three days and then I can forget all about this.”

Y/n picked up the dresses from the tailor and dropped them off at home. Then, having finished her chores for the day, she decided to take a walk. Drawing her hair up and ineffectively brushing off her dirty dress, she set off peacefully.

Y/n twirled gaily and relished the bright sun in the clear blue sky, humming a song from her childhood––the male part of the song. After fifteen minutes of walking, she reached a small meadow, wild flowers swaying in the light breeze, and she started to sing––the female part.

“Ten minutes ago, I met you and we murmured our ‘how do you do’s.” She spun and danced through the meadow, laughing as she continued the song.

A little bit away, Dean had wandered away from his group in pursuit of his prey but had lost it. He heard an enchanting voice instead and followed it to a meadow where a young woman sang and danced to a far too familiar song, one he would have recognized anywhere.

“I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms and to sing out the news. I have found him, I have found him!” She sang to the sky and gracefully, Dean dismounted his horse, carefully walking closer to the girl. “In the arms of my love I’m flying, over mountain and meadow and glen. And I like it so well that for all I can tell, I may never come down again.”

This next part, the part when both the male and female sing together to finish the song, Dean joined in. “I may never come down to earth again.” He sung in his soft baritone. The girl whipped her head around and her voice died off as she saw him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, I just love that song so much. And you sing it very well.” He complimented and the girl blushed, something Dean realized made her ten times more beautiful than she already was. He wanted to see her blush all the time.

“Well, thank you,” She said. “And from what I heard, you’re not half bad either.”

Dean smiled, suddenly remembering his manners and sticking out his hand. “Hello, what is your name?”

The girl shook his hand but shook her head to his question. “It doesn’t matter what my name is.” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why wouldn’t she share her name? “What’s your name?” Dean became even more confused as he withdrew his hand.

“You don’t know who I am?” He asked in disbelief and he shook her head again. Suddenly, Dean was very glad. He didn’t want her to treat him differently. “Well then my name doesn’t matter either.” The girl nodded in truce.

“What are you doing in the woods?” She questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He joked. “I’m actually hunting with my brother. We’re both very good at the sport.”

The girl gasped.“Why would you do some thing like that? Nothing deserves to be hunted for sport.” This girl was just full of surprises.

“Even the bears that killed the Queen?” Dean asked, half defensive, half genuinely curious what she thought.

The girl shuddered but shook her head. “Trust me, I have a vendetta against bears for other reasons as well but I still don’t think they deserve to be hunted.”

Dean suddenly felt guilty he had talked about the bears at all, as they were obviously a sore subject, so he conceded. “You’re right, nothing deserves to be hunted for sport, I’m sorry.” The girl nodded contently and Dean heard the distant galloping of hooves. He knew his brother would find him and he needed to see this girl again. “Hey, are you going to the prince’s ball tomorrow? I am and I want to see you, save me a dance please.”

The girl was about to say something when two horses charged into the meadow, Cas on one and Sam on the other. They stopped at the edge and waited. “There you are Your Hi-“ Cas was about to say but Dean cut him off.

“I’ll be there in a moment!” He called and just glimpsed Castiel’s reproachful look before turning back to the girl. He picked up her hand a placed a light kiss to her knuckle. “I will see you tomorrow.” He promised, looking up to see that adorable blush on her face again. Before the girl could say anything else, he fled back to his horse, mounted swiftly and galloped off, only glancing back once to see the girl staring at her hand.

Dean was laughing with joy when Sam and Cas caught up with him, slowing their horses down to a trot. “Dad won’t like it.” Sam reminded.

“I couldn’t care less if Dad won’t like it. She’s nice, and lovely, and was singing the song Mom always used to sing when we were little.” Dean defended.

“Ten Minutes Ago?” Castiel remembered and Dean nodded, smiling at the memory.

“And she had this amazing voice and she didn’t even know who I was! Can you believe it?” Dean was practically glowing and Sam rolled his eyes.

“No, I can’t. Can we go on with the hunt?” He asked impatiently.

HIs mind still on what the girl said, Dean’s eyes widened. “No!” He exclaimed, then more calmly, “No, the hunt shall be cut short, we should go home.”

Cas and Sam looked at each other in disbelief. “But we’ve never dropped a hunt.” He argued.

“Well we are today, nothing deserves to be hunted for sport.”

Y/n felt giddy and lovestruck as she walked home that day, but also distraught, because there was no way she could see that man again, simply no way. When she got home, she pleaded with Abaddon again, tried to convince her to see reason and let her go to the ball but Abaddon refused. Y/n desperately wanted to bring up that she was old enough to not need permission but was afraid that would get her into more trouble than she was ready for.

When Y/n had explained that she would not draw attention from the girls, that she only wished to see a friend, Abaddon had laughed! She asked who this friend was and because Y/n had no name, Abaddon accused Y/N of lying, sending her to the attic without dinner.

Needless to say, Y/n’s happy mood was gone and only the ghost of a kiss remained on her hand, her only reminder that what happened today hadn’t been a dream.

When Y/n awoke Friday, she was bombarded with “Cinderella! Fix my hair!” or “Cinderella! Fetch my pearls.” And she remembered why she hadn’t told the handsome green-eyed stranger her name. ‘Cinderella’ had been the only one she had known for over a decade now it was embarrassing. She also felt that her real name was almost wrong somehow because of the countless other names she had been called over the years that hadn’t been her actual name.

It didn’t seem right to give the stranger any of those names. If she saw him again, Y/n would probably think of a completely different one, or stick with the mysterious no name, although that couldn’t last forever.

‘But’, Y/n thought, ‘I won’t even need to worry about that because I’m never going to see him again, Abaddon will make sure of that.’

“What’s wrong with you today?” Ruby asked while Y/n was curling her hair. “Not that I care, but you’re zoning out a lot with a hot iron by my face.”

Y/n startled out of her thoughts and concentrated again on her task. “Sorry Ruby, I’m just bummed I don’t get to go I guess.” Y/n excused and finished the last curl. “I’m going to go help Meg find her shoes.”

All through the day, Y/n found stockings, pinned hats, cinched dresses, and placed makeup and by eight, she was exhausted.

“Don’t wait up for us, Cinderella!” Abaddon called as they walked out to the carriage, laughing.

“I won’t.” Y/n whispered, too sad to muster up any more volume. She felt tears in her eyes and rushed out to the dilapidated garden to cry. “Why? I just wanted to have one night where I could be happy. Just one!” She sobbed.

Suddenly, Y/n looked up, startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. There, sitting on the bench next to her was a beautiful woman with deep red hair. For a moment, Y/n thought it was her stepmother, but then saw the kind brown eyes.

“Who are you?” Y/n asked, wiping at the tears on her cheeks.

“My name is Charlie.” The woman said and stood up, giving Y/n a better look of what she was wearing. Bright white pants and white blouse with navy blue sport coat. White heels gave her another three inches of height and she looked, over all, very professional. “I’m your fairy godmother!” She exclaimed and Y/n almost laughed.

“But fairy godmothers aren’t real.” She argued. Charlie clicked her tongue.

The woman grabbed Y/n’s hands and pulled her to her feet, drying off any remaining tears. “Oh, they are very real, hon. And I am yours. Now where is that wand?” She checked the pockets of her coat but came out empty. Finally, a look of realization came on her face and she pulled from the air a long, delicate, white and blue wand.

Y/n’s jaw dropped. “No. No way. This is not happening.” She shook her head.

Charlie smiled. “Ah, but it is. And I have to tell you, you are going to the ball and you shall see your handsome stranger again.”

“I am?” Y/n couldn’t help but get excited.

“You are, but, we need to prepare first. Like a carriage, you’ll need one of those.” Charlie looked around the garden, spotting a large pumpkin in the corner. “Ooh! That will do!” She waved her wand and white sparks flew out, traveling gracefully over to the squash.

Y/n watched, mesmerized as the pumpkin floated through the air, landing on the driveway where it doubled in size, then tripled until it was taller than Y/n. Then it’s vines twirled and shifted to prop the pumpkin off the ground. It changed color and shape until it gleamed in the soft twilight, a stunning carriage standing before them.

“Woah.”

“Woah, indeed.” Charlie laughed and raised a hand. Y/n looked at it, confused and finally, with a disappointed face, Charlie lowered it. The fairy sighed. “Now we need horses.”

Y/n perked up. “We have horses in the barn!” She offered but Charlie shook her head, looking around the ground.

“Ah, here we are!” She flicked her wand again and white sparks shot out to hit four mice scurrying around the carrots. They transformed quickly, growing bigger with more muscles, pointed ears and hairy tails. Y/n had to step a couple feet backwards so as to not be trampled.

Charlie then rounded them up and with a flick of her wand, attached them to the carriage. The dog, Gabriel, bounded over to them and Charlie clapped. “Ooh! I do love dogs.” She exclaimed and sparks shot towards Gabriel, flying him over to the carriage to sit in the front seat, morphing along the way into a man in a gold suit, matching his golden fur.

“And finally, footmen!” Charlie laughed and spotted two bunnies. She morphed them into people in gold attire who walked swiftly to the door of the carriage and opened them. “Okay, dear, off you go.” She instructed but Y/n looked at her like she lost her mind.

“But, Charlie?” The fairy looked at her expectantly. “Should I really go to a ball looking like this?”

Charlie laughed again. “Oh, you look fine - OH MY GOD NO! No no no no no no. That will not do.” She stated, strutting around and looking at Y/n from all angles. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the whole grungy, dirty thing is in style right now but I think we’re going to try something different tonight.”

Y/n nodded. “Please.”

Charlie tapped her wand on her hand idly, looking Y/n up and down and weighing her options. “Okay…” With one more flick, Y/n closed her eyes and let a cool wind whip around her. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her tattered, old dress but in a beautiful white ballgown, her hair curled and framing her face, and her body free of dirt. She lifted the skirt to see clear glass slippers.

“Glass?” She questioned.

“Yep!” Charlie quipped. “Perfect fit, and super comfy.” Just then, the fairy gasped. “Hurry, hurry, you’re going to be late!” She guided Y/n into the carriage and the bunny footmen closed the doors behind her, leaving a small window to see out of.

“Wait! What if Abaddon or the girls recognize me?” Charlie nodded and lifted her wand, tapping Y/n’s forehead and smiling.

“No one you don’t want to will recognize you now.” She said.

They were about to go when Charlie gasped again. “Oh! Y/n!” It felt weird to hear someone say that name again. “I almost forgot. This spell will only last so long. With the last echo of the last toll of the last stroke of midnight, the spell will break and everything will return back to what it was before, so you have to get the hell out of dodge. Got it?”

Y/n nodded. “Thank you, thank you so much.

Charlie smiled. “You’re very welcome, now go see your green eyed stranger.”

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