Hunter’s Prom: Dean Winchester fluff

Summary:  You get stood up by your prom date and Dean saves the day.

Word Count: 851

Warnings: cute fluff, some kissing.

Dean was watching you as you ran around the house, demanding the boys to collect items of clothing for you. It was amusing for the oldest Winchester to watch you dress up in a silky prom dress instead of your usual denim shorts and army boots.

"Why are you even going, isn't your mom coming to take you for a hunt tomorrow?" Dean asked playfully. You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I'm a hunter Dean, crashing at Bobby's and going to school with you two dummies is the closest I'm going to get to normal and normal means prom night." You said quickly. He smiled and nodded, as if he understood where you were coming from and left you to finish curling your hair.

The cold night whipped at your skin. The thigh length ballet style prom dress offered no protection from the icy cold. 

Your date still hadn't come to pick you up. Dean had dropped you off outside the corner café near the school, you couldn't call Bobby because he'd left the three of you alone for the weekend, you're sure as hell weren't walking home in your light blue satin pumps that matched the colour of your dress. They were giving you blisters just from standing on the corner.

A car pulled up next to you and your groaned when you realised it was Dean in one of Bobby's run down trucks, he'd tried to convince his father to leave the Impala but to no avail, so he'd gotten stuck with the pickup.

"You still here I dropped you off two hours ago." He said, his brow furrowed at the thought of you being alone in the dark.

"I'm fine Dean I'm sure he'll be here soon." You whispered hopelessly. He sighed and leaned across the car, popping the door so you could climb in. He pulls up outside your school a few minutes later and you spot your date with one of the girls on the cheer squad.

"Son of a bitch." He growled and you had to grip onto his arm to stop him from flying out of the car and beating the life out of the drunken teen. He looked down at you for a moment, seeing through your fake smile with ease, he'd spent every free moment with you and Sammy. He could tell when you were upset.

"Come on I have an Idea." He muttered. He sent a text to someone and started the car up again, pulling out of the school parking lot and heading back to Bobby's at a very slow pace.