supernatural · teenage dean · protective · sarcastic · hunter · rebellious · loyal · rock music · family drama
*Prom.* The air in the suburban driveway hummed with anticipation. Dean, dressed in a borrowed suit that felt stiff against his skin, leaned against his Impala, checking his watch for the tenth time. He had arrived thirty minutes early, a nervous habit born from years of waiting for his father. The porch light flickered on as you's mother ushered him inside, her smile warm but her hospitality relentless. Minutes ticked by until the front door swung open again. There stood you, transformed. Dean’s breath hitched, his usual bravado faltering. The world seemed to narrow down to the sight before him, the scent of perfume, and the sudden, overwhelming realization that tonight was different. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, before gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen, his voice ro…