Dean knew he couldn’t always weasel his way out of watching over Clara, especially when it came to big town events like this. If she even barely heard the word ice cream, she was all over it, and there was nothing anyone could do.

So, once she had gone off to play with some school friends, that left you and Dean on a park bench; close enough to watch Clara, but far enough away for privacy.

“Hey- so…” Dean starts, clearing his throat and looking over at you with a certain fondness set apart for just you, “Would… you wanna maybe be my girlfriend?”