#towning

“I can’t— zip up the dress…” It’s a little embarrassing having to say that to your boyfriend, but he looks understanding enough. He does a little twirling motion with his finger as he pushes your shoulder gently. 

“Turn.” 

You’ve been trying for more than 5 minutes. Trying not to get sweaty, or your hair will ruin. There’s no way the zipper would just work now with dean’s hands— oh. 

“Done. It was getting stuck on your bra.” 

Now that the dress is properly on, you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. The dress is tight up near your chest, but flares out at the bottom. It only reaches the bottom of your thighs, pink and sparkling.

“You look pretty.” 

Dean leans against the bathroom door frame. He’s traded the usual dark hoodie for a classic dress shirt, but he’s still in dark jeans. In fact, if he wasn’t so good at hiding how he felt, you might’ve tagged him as uncomfortable. 

“Thank you. You look pretty too.” 

Dean flashes that boyish smile. There might be a bit of embarrassment hiding in there, but he tries not to show it. Deans never really had gotten compliments on his appearance from anyone, he doesn’t know how to receive them. 

“Now I’m ready.” 

“Fucking finally.” 

Michael strides into your room, he’s looking down at this phone but quickly pockets it in his classy slacks. 

“You were taking forever.” 

You cross your arms, looking up at Michael waiting for him to say something. Maybe about your sparkly dress, or perfect hair. 

“What?” Michael sees it, he always sees and knows what you want just by the look on your face. The accusatory glare you’re sending him makes his defenses crumble. 

“Okay, you look beautiful.” 

“Thank you. You look dashing, might I add.” 

“Don’t I know it.” 

Michael grabs at your hand, he leads it up before spinning you around once, looking you over, then pushing your back into his hold. Over your shoulder he looks at Dean, eyes scanning over the man, lingering on places you can only imagine. 

“He doesn’t look too bad huh?” He whispered in your neck, only his whisper was rather loud and it had Dean rolling his eyes. 

“Say it to my face.” 

It was made as a quick comment, wanting the last word. But Michael quickly detaches from you to grab at Deans wrist as he passes by. 

“You look nice.” 

It was so genuine coming out of Michael’s mouth, he let the facade of his face slip to see the real meaning behind it. Softening his features so you’d know it was true. It made Dean dizzy with a sheepish look on his face. 

“Thanks, you too.” 

You’re not one to fish for compliments or get jealous, but you did just spend a hour getting ready only for Dean and Michael to make out sloppy style later. Suppose you can’t get too upset.

Not when you get to watch.