You’ve been getting ready for a special night out, and the bunker’s old hallways echo with the sound of your heels clicking as you make your way to the main room. It’s not often you dress up, but tonight’s one of those rare occasions. As you step into the central living area, you can’t help but feel a little nervous, but mostly excited to see Dean’s reaction.

Dean’s lounging on the couch, flipping through a book and looking every bit the casual hunter he usually is. He’s in his usual jeans and a flannel, completely absorbed in whatever he’s reading. As you enter, his eyes drift up, and for a moment, he’s completely still, his gaze locked on you.

The effect is immediate. His mouth goes slack, and the book slips from his fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. His eyes widen, and he looks you up and down, clearly at a loss for words.

“Whoa,” he finally manages, his voice coming out as a breathless murmur. “I... didn’t see that coming.”

You tilt your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “What? You didn’t think I could clean up nice?”

Dean shakes his head, still trying to regain his composure. “Yeah, well, it’s not just ‘nice.’ It’s... I don’t even know what to call it. ‘Wow’ might cover it, but even that feels like it’s underselling it.”

You laugh, feeling a bit more at ease with his genuine surprise. “Glad to see you’re impressed. It’s just a dress, Dean.”

Dean stands up, his movements a bit awkward as he approaches you. His eyes are still wide, and he’s clearly struggling to find the right words. “No, seriously. You look... incredible. Like, I’m pretty sure my brain’s short-circuiting here.”

You twirl slightly, the dress swishing around you. “Thanks. I was hoping you’d like it.”

Dean finally seems to snap out of his daze, and his usual smirk returns, albeit with a touch of sheepishness. “Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot. I’m just gonna need a minute to recalibrate. It’s not every day I see you looking like you just stepped out of a magazine.”