Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 40: Roses Really Do Smell Like Poo

A/N: hey guys, so i frigging suck at keeping this story updated and i deserve to be slapped by a sock full of butter by Samantha Puckett. my computer frigging crashed and i havent been able to write because of life. anyways, happy new year ya'll! and i hope u guys enjoyed your holidays. anyway im such a slut for asking this but, please vote and comment if u like this story. love, the queen of suckiness. <3

Dean pulled up to a really nice restaurant. I mean this place was nice... Too nice.

            "Wow, Dean..." I awed at the well-put-together restaurant in front of me, "This place is really nice." It was incredibly clean. I mean the brick wall was even shining in the moonlight, and there was not one trace of trash or gum or anything on the sidewalk. I can even see a man dressed in a suit and tie waiting for us at the door. The name of the restaurant–some really fancy word that I can't even pronounce in my head– on the sign was brighter than my future.  Is this even a real restaurant or am I in some sort of messed-up goody-two-shoes dream?

            I heard Dean put the car in park, and we came to a small jolting halt in the parking spot in front of the entrance. He turned to me with a bragging expression clear as day on his face. And it was really cute.

            "Yeah, I know. I'm the one who picked it," he boasted and then one of his huge smiles that involved his entire face appeared. I couldn't help but smile back. I loved Dean's smiles, especially the ones that take up his entire face. And I don't seem them often, so each time I see one, I can't help but smile back.

            I chuckled, "It's amazing watching your ego. If it gets any bigger we won't need a car, we'll just hang onto you and float wherever we need to go." Dean only shook his head with a smile and opened the door. I took that as a cue to get out, but when I stepped out of the Impala, Dean yelled at me.

            "What are you doing?" he scolded me as I stood at the now open Impala door. His arms were raised like I just made the stupidest mistake and he was annoyed with me. What did I do? I looked at Dean then to the car, and back at Dean.

            "What do you mean?" I asked him. Was I supposed to stay in the car for the entire dinner? Dean shifted his weight and looked at me with sad eyes. 

            "I was supposed to open the door for you..." he almost whispered.

            "What?" The confusion was frightening.

            "You know? Like in the movies? I, the drop-dead handsome male lead, is supposed to open the door for you, the female love-interest."

            Oh... OH! Awe, Dean was trying to be cute! Although, I kind of got sick to the whole cliché-love-movie-thing, I still smiled and pointed back to the car. After all, he was trying.

            "Oh, okay. Do you want me to do it again?" I suggested lightly. Dean didn't say anything, but when I saw a gleam of happiness and hope appear in his eyes, I didn't mind getting back in the car and shutting the door. When I got back in, I acted as if I hadn't even gotten out in the first place and was waiting for him to open the door. When he did, he held out his hand to me and I royally took it like in the movies. He helped me out of his car and shut the door behind me.

            He seemed so proud of himself now and I couldn't help but smile at the smile that appeared on his face when I stepped out of the Impala and back into the chilly night. It was a good chilly though, so I didn't mind. Especially with the sparks that kept shooting up my arm as Dean held my hand and led me closer to him.