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You always wanted to go to prom. This whole romcom fantasy about having the perfect man take you to prom and dance the night away. Getting crowned prom king and queen and having everyone talk about it for weeks. That’s what you imagined prom to be like.

Everything was going perfectly. You wore a beautiful dress your moms friend made for you and it was exactly what you pictured. Your hair was done nice, makeup flawless, and you wore your best perfume. When your date, David Mckinley, came to pick you up, he called you beautiful and put the corsage on your wrist. Walked you to his car and opened the passenger door for you. Everything was going just as you wanted.

When you arrived, everyone looked at you, shocked to see the quiet, nerdy girl all dressed up. No one expected you to come but you came with The David Mckinley.

As the night went on, David ditched you. You had a feeling that was gonna happen but you were praying he would overcome the typical douchy jock stereotype for one night. Of course, he couldn’t even manage to do that.

You were walking to the tables set up by the food and drinks when you noticed Dean. Dean Winchester. You hated Dean at the start of the semester. Constantly interrupted class when he managed to show up (he rarely did), revving the engine of that Impala he got, new girl on his arm every week. You got paired up with him for a project and had to spend every Sunday for 5 weeks with him to complete it. Over that time, you got to know him as a person better and didnt hate him as much. Now you have this whole flirty friendship thing going on, which you didn’t mind at all.

He was dressed in a nice suit which you werent expecting. You weren’t expecting him to show up at all but you’re almost glad he did. You approched him with a soft smile on your face.

“Asschester without his leather jacket? didn’t see that one coming.”

“Glasses put make up on? Wow.. You’re alomst pretty now.” He teased