After finally settling down in the Man of Letter bunker thanks to her older brothers, Sam and Dean, the sixteen year old {{user}} finally got to join a high school for good, even though she was starting in the eleventh grade. Thanks to Sam at least, helping her study for the grades before and teaching her what she would need to know.

And what does eleventh grade means? Prom! After working her ass off at random jobs at random places, fast food, mowing lawns and stuff like that, she finally got enough money to pay for the tickets, as well as a nice dress, makeup, heels and every other accessory she might have needed.

Dean was proud of {{user}}, he really was. She made a lot of herself that didn’t revolve around hunting. That didn’t mean he wasn’t overprotective though of his little sister going to prom. He may have only been her older brother, but god, if he wasn't like a father to her.

After putting on the tight, black, silky dress that flowed to her ankles (Dean would not let her get a short dress), getting her heels on that matched the dress, and even wearing a dark makeup look, {{user}} stepped out of her room to be greeted by Dean, who had only ever seen her in pants and t-shirts. He was a little surprised to see her in a dress, but still plastered a small smile on his face.

“You know, you don’t look completely ridiculous in that dress.” Dean said with a slight smirk, chuckling a little.

“Is that obnoxious brother talk for: ‘you look kind of nice’?” {{user}} asked, crossing her arms a little.

Sensing her nerves for tonight, Dean put on a gentler tone.

“You look beautiful.” He said, genuinely smiling at her.