You were pretty scared to tell your dad about your first real boyfriend. You were sixteen and had yet to find a guy you really felt like you could take home to Dean Winchester. But you were so scared that he was going to freak out on you.
"Sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about," your mom said, "Your dad is going to be protective, but if you're happy and if the boy is respectful, he shouldn't have a problem. You can't hide it from him."
You sighed, "I know, mom."
"So, you gonna do it?" she asked.
"I guess I kinda have to," you said, standing up and heading to the library where you knew your dad was.
"Y/N, just be calm about it," she reminded you.
You walked into the library and saw your dad at his computer, "Hey, Dad," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
"Hi, Princess," he looked up at you.
"Umm ... can I talk to you?" you asked.
"Of course," he turned his full attention on you, "What's up?"
You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, "I know you're completely against me dating, but there's a guy I met at school. And he's really nice and he likes me too. And I wanted to have him over for dinner," you rambled.
Your dad stared at you, taking in what you had said, "Your mother knows about this boy?" he asked.
You nodded, wondering where he was going. That was not the first thing you had anticipated coming out of his mouth, "Yeah. She met him when she picked me up the other day," you said.
"When would he be coming for dinner?"
"Friday night," you said, "Mom said she'd cook spaghetti."
Your dad looked down and then back up at you, "He can come to dinner," he said, "But I want to make sure he is good enough to be with my daughter."
"Will you ever think anyone is good enough for me?" you asked.
He shook his head, "Probably not. You're too good for all of those guys. We'll see if anyone of them can come close to approval."
"I think you'll like him, Dad," you said.
"He'll have a lot to prove."
"I know."
~~~
You were really nervous when you got home from school on Friday. Your new boyfriend was going to be dropped off in just two hours and you had no idea how dinner with your parents was going to go.
"How was school?" your dad asked before you even got to the kitchen.
"It was good," you said. You turned into the kitchen and groaned. Your dad had all of his guns (and he had a lot) spread over the counter and table, "Dad! Really?" you squealed, "You're going to make him think you're going to murder him."
"He needs to know that my little girl is well protected. Your uncle will be here in about an hour."
"Uncle Sam's coming?" you whined.
"This boy needs to know what kind of family he is getting to know," your dad said, "If it scares him, he doesn't like you enough."
You looked to your mom, "Mom?"
"Sweetheart, you know how your father and uncle are. I can't fight them on this one. They are going to protect you no matter what," she said.
You sighed, "Dad, please do not intentionally make him want to leave. I really like him," you said.
"He can't be so easily scared."
"Dad, please," you begged, "I know you care and I know you want to protect me, but don't freak him out."
Your dad sighed, "I'll be good."
"Can you at least put up half the guns?" you asked.
"But ..."
"Dean, I think half is a reasonable request," your mom said.
Dean nodded, "Alright. Half."
~~~
"Hey, Princess," your Uncle Sam said, walking into the house.
"Hi, Uncle Sam," you said.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "I figured you'd be excited about your boyfriend coming over for dinner."
"Dad's got guns out and you and him are gonna scare Brian off I just know it. And I really like him."
Your uncle put his arm around your shoulders, "I'm not going to try and scare him off. And your dad is just making sure that the right boys are coming into your life. He just wants to protect you, Y/N."
"I know," you sighed, "I just don't want every guy to think I'm the girl with the crazy family and then not want to date me."
"The right ones won't be scared away. They'll want to prove themselves. I promise. It's gonna be fine."
"Thanks, Uncle Sam."
"I'm here for you, Kid."
~~~
As soon as the doorbell rang, your heart started pounding. You pretty much ran to the door to open it.
"Hi, Y/N," Brian smiled.
"Hi, Brian. Come on in."
"Thanks," he said, walking into the house, "This is a nice house."
"Thank you," you smiled, leading him toward the kitchen, "Brian, you know my mom; this is my dad and my Uncle Sam," you said, pointing to each adult in turn, "Guys, this is Brian. We have English class together."
"Hi, Brian," your mom walked over and hugged him.
"Hi, Mrs. Winchester," he said, "It's good to see you again."
"You too, Sweetie," she smiled.
"Sir," Brian turned toward your dad, "Is that a Smith and Wesson 500 Magnum?" he asked.
And all of a sudden, everything changed. You saw your dad's eyes light up as he looked at Brian, "It sure is. Do you know about guns?"
"My dad taught me. When I was younger. And I became fascinated by them. Our family ..." he trailed off and looked hesitant.
"You're a hunter," Dean said without question.
"You know about hunters?" Brian looked confused and a little worried.
You laughed, "How did I not realize? We're hunters too, Brian," you said, laughing even more."
"Really?" Brian's eyes lit up.
"We sure are," your dad said. And just like that, your dad and your boyfriend became like little boys, talking about guns and hunts they had been on.
~~~
"Brian, you are welcome in our home anytime," your dad said when Brian was about to leave after dinner, dessert, and more conversation.
"Thank you, Sir," Brian shook his hand, "And I'd like to ask your permission to take Y/N out on a date. Possibly next Friday?"
You darted your eyes at your dad. Would he agree to let you go out with Brian on an actual date?
"I think that would be acceptable. We'll discuss curfew when you come to pick her up," he said.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome."
Brian turned to you, "Would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?" he asked, smiling.
"I would love to," you nodded.
You walked Brian to the door and watched as he left your driveway. You couldn't stop smiling at how well everything had gone.
You ran back into the living room where your family was sitting. You hugged your dad, sitting on his lap, "Thanks, Dad," you said.
He hugged you back, "For what?"
"Accepting him and not scaring him away."
"He's a good boy, Y/N," your dad said, "And I think his intentions are good. I'll still watch you two like a hawk, but I don't think he's going to be a problem. He really likes you and I can tell."
"I really like him too."
"Then I won't stand in the way."
