Dean wasn't planning on going to prom. It feels silly for him, considering tomorrow he's going to be on the road again with his dad and his little brother Sam, but... ah, what the hell. He likes to feel like a normal 18 year old boy from time to time.

And now he's the only boy wearing his old ripped jeans and red plaid shirt to prom, watching his classmates have fun from the bleachers. Watching you sit on the bleachers alone.

"Pretty dress." Dean compliments, eyeing you up and down. "No date?"