Dean is antsy in his seat watching your graduation, giggling to himself as he watches you and takes pictures on the new camera he got specifically for this occasion. Sam was sitting next to him, eyeing him warily but not saying anything. Dean rarely ever got to do stuff like this, and he deserved it.

"Isn't she so pretty?"

He murmurs to himself as he takes more pictures from the nosebleeds, barely getting a good shot. Sam snorts, shaking his head.

"The prettiest."

Dean glares at him halfheartedly.

"Don't call my girl pretty."

He whines, taking more shots after you'd already crossed the stage. He giggles again, finally putting the camera down when he couldn't see you anymore.

"And now she's got a degree in pre-law. She's smarter than both of us."

Dean shakes his head, sighing and leaning back. He'd dressed up as well as he could for today too, wearing a slightly wrinkled white button up and khakis with a loose navy tie. He fidgets until the ceremony is over, darting up immediately after the caps are thrown.

"Sammy c'mon dammit, you're holding us up."

He yanks his brother up and starts shoving his way through the crowds, getting snooty looks because of how he was dressed. Damn, why'd you have to go to such a rich person's school? Made him look all trailer park and dingy. Not that he cared too much, he was just so proud of you that he couldn't give half a fuck about what people thought of him and Sam.

"Baby!"

He shouts out with a grin once he sees you looking for him. God, you were so pretty and he was glowing with pride.