The Hunter

Prom Com

I stand in the thrift store staring at the girl looking back at me. Jessica, the cashier, had some of her friends come over and do my hair and makeup. My brown hair was half up half down curled with glitter in it. My dress was a form fitting light blue with gold accents everywhere. My makeup was bold but subtle. I was wearing a pair of golden strappy heels, that glittered when it hit the light.

"You look amazing Dani, that Dean boy isn't gonna know what hit him." Jessica stands behind me.

"Thank you Jessica, I would be going in jeans and a t-shirt if it wasn't for you."

"Us girls gotta stick together." Jessica pulls out a camera and gets a few pictures in. Then the bell at the door rings.

"Holy sh- Dani, you look... Well... um." Dean stands in the door frame blushing lightly, he was holding a light blue corsage.

"You don't look to bad yourself." I smiled walking to him.

"Alright kiddos, one picture then you can leave." Jessica smiles. Dean puts the corsage on my wrist and I hear the snap of a camera.

Jessica has Dean stand behind me with his hands on my hips while smiling. Deans hands on my hips felt amazing, it made my heart skip a beat. I wanted this night to continue on. I wanted nothing more to just stop and enjoy this feeling. 

We arrived at the dance shortly. Walking through the doors was scary, but the moment I walked in everyone stopped and stared. The girls that were making fun of me in the hall were all almost in tears when they saw me. It felt good to be recognized but at the same time I wanted my invisibility back.

"Whats wrong?" Dean looks at me.

"Just wishing everyone would go back to prom and stop staring." I sigh

"They know when something is beautiful." I look at him smiling and blushing.

"Lets enjoy the dance." I take Dean's hand and walks to the dance floor.

Dean and I jump around with all the other prom goers, singing along with the songs we knew. We slow danced sweetly. Everything was perfect. Then the dance drew to a close. Dean and I left before the final song was played.

"I had a great time tonight." Dean smiled at me on the way to his car.

"Me too Dean" I blushed. 

"I'll drive you home." Dean opened the passenger door to the '67 Chevy impala.

"Thank you." I smile as I climb.

Everything felt right with the world. Who knew Dean Winchester would mean this much to me?