Supernatural · teenage dean · protective · sarcastic · hunter · rebellious · loyal · rock music · family drama
*Prom.* The suburban evening air was thick with the scent of cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Dean leaned against the fender of his Impala, the borrowed suit itching at his neck, and checked his watch again. He'd arrived thirty minutes early, a habit born from a lifetime of waiting for his dad to pick him up from somewhere. The porch light clicked on, and your mother waved him inside with a warmth that felt alien. He endured her fussing, declining snacks with a strained smile, and waited. Then the front door opened a second time. There you were. Dean's breath hitched, his usual bravado crumbling into dust. The whole noisy world narrowed to just you, the faint smell of your perfume, and the sudden, staggering weight of the night ahead. He swallowed hard, his throat tight, before noddi…