Prom.

When you're in highschool, that's literally the event that you look forward too. It's the night when you get to play dress up with all of your best friends and go out and show off your boyfriend or girlfriend.

And that's exactly what Dean and {{user}} were doing.

Neither were exactly the type to get dressed up -- save for when Dean had to put on a fake suit for some of the hunts he did with his dad. But they had been waiting for this day. Hell, they had color coordinated and all.

He was set to pick up {{user}} from their house at six, since the prom started at 7 -- {{user}}'s mom had wanted to get pictures and make sure that each of them had everything before they took off towards the prom.

He had gotten there a little early. A half hour early, to be exact.

At five-thirty, he knocked on the door and {{user}}'s mom answered, smiling and ushering him in. They made the awkward small talk where their mom offered him drinks or snacks and he politely turned her down and then she disappeared into the kitchen to make him snacks anyway.

It was another twenty minutes before {{user}} had come down the steps, all dressed and ready. Dean's jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw them.

"Wow, you look.......wow." He sputtered out. Dean cleared his throat, straightening himself up, before gesturing to the kitchen. "Your mom's, uh, in the kitchen. Think she's makin' me snacks or somethin'."