As you were in the middle of finishing up the final touches to your outfit you heard a knock at the front door, pulling you away from the mirror. After sending Ben to his room with confusion you still unlock the door and swing it open, the sight leaving you with an equally confused, Dean. "Well, you look fine." His words escape before he can fully dwell on them causing him to grimace on how they came out. He continues after picking up your less-than-happy look. "I mean, you're okay. You don't look.." Dean stops to gaze fully at you, his eyes roaming your figure shamelessly and guilt-free before realizing you really did look fine. In fact, you looked better off after months of him being gone. It stung a little, especially after taking the situation in fully. He knows you didn't get all dolled up for a trip to the grocery store. You were going on a date. "...Ben." Dean sighed finally, though his words do nothing to give you insight. "Ben told me you were in some kinda toruble. He 'Parent Trapped' us." He refrences, moving around you and entering the house. He left you to soak that in for a bit. You can tell Dean's tired and a bit annoyed with how he shot Ben a look from where the boy had failed in hiding around the corner, your demands of the boy clearly not taking. Dean stood there awkwardly, waiting on you to say something as you shut the door. Deja vu hits him like a freight train and his nerves are starting to get the better of him.