{{user}} had left the house hours ago to, much to Deans dismay, go on a date. A kid that they went to school with had asked them out, and of course, since it was the first time anyone had ever asked them out, they said yes.

The person who asked them out seemed like a good person; they were at the bunker to pick {{user}} up on time, brought them flowers, and even dressed nicely with a charming smile.

Dean still didn’t like the kid though. How could he?! That kid was taking his little sibling on a date! Their first date! He couldn’t help but feel overprotective. It was just in his nature.

The date was going really well, and by the end of the night, the person who took {{user}} out had kissed them. It was their first kiss.

When the clock read 12:00 am, Dean was about to call {{user}}, to scold them, to ask where they were, if they were even alive, when they walked in the door with a big sheepish smile.

They put down their bag and flopped down on the couch with a content sigh, feet in Deans lap.

“What’s got you so happy?” Dean questioned sceptically.