A/N- Be warned there is nothing but pure fluff to come this chapter...

Dance

Sam shoved up the hood on her zip-up as a physical representation of her closing off the world. She ignored the concerned glance from her brother and shook away his touch. She didn't want to do anything but curl up under the grungy comforter back at the motel and cry silently.

For the first time in a while she had been asked out, and to prom no less. Daniel Mitchells was not only a decent looking guy, but he was probably going to graduate top of the class the end of the year at the rate his GPA was going. In their shared AP Physics class he'd slid a note to her. The note simply stated in his sloped, sloppy handwriting prom with an exaggerated question mark at the end, and two boxes, one stating yes, and the other stating hell yes. Of course Mr. Matthews had intercepted the note returning and with a smirk read through the note. He'd held up the note with the box crossed out stating hell yes. The class had applauded the pair. The teacher telling them to have a safe and fun night only made her face redder.

She thought it had been safe to say yes. Her father had paid up till the end of the month at their rental home and currently was working steadily at the shop in town. Of course the two older Winchester's regarded the date with wariness, but allowed it. Her father promised to be the least threatening as he could, although she was certain at the time his gun might show slightly from his spot in his waistband.

It hadn't worked out though. Prom night, and rather than being dressed unusually girly and awkwardly dancing, she was hiking through the woods after finishing up with a werewolf hunt. He had promised it would have been over. He promised they would be home in time. But when she had been told that they were going on a hunt she had simply told Daniel that there was a family emergency and she couldn't make it. She knew exactly how this would work out and sure enough she was right.

It wasn't the boy, and it wasn't the inexpensive dress that was bringing her down though, it was the blunt recollection that she couldn't be normal. That a moment's notice she'd have to pack up what little she owned and miss out on what made growing up fun.

And if she had to be honest it was partly the raging battle in her head that was all started from receiving the acceptance letter from her school. She'd applied to Stanford not expecting much despite her councilor's confidence, and sure enough they thought that she should go to their school, WITH a full ride. She'd only shared that with Daniel, and Ms. Lewis her councilor. She had yet to say yes or no yet. Sure it was what she wanted, but the second she did it, what would her family think. Should she focus on herself and what she wanted, or worry about what her family thought.

So she walked ahead of her family, acceptance letter, and missing prom causing her mood to darken. Every fiber of her wanted to return to the motel room and break everything she could, but she kept up her mask and just let the emotions squirm inside.

It was made worse when Dean blocked her from getting in the Impala. Sam frowned in confusion as Dean shooed her towards her father's truck. She always rode in the car with her brother. He held up a napkin with ten digits and a red lipstick mark simply stating "Candy." She kept her face straight and walked sluggishly towards the black truck.

Of course her night couldn't go the way she wanted, because rather than return to the motel where she could give a good cry, her father informed her they had some errands to run. So for the next two hours they drove around picking up items for the first aid kit, and replenishing bullets for their weapons. Sam had suggested food, but her father stated that there was stuff to eat at the motel. She wrinkled her nose and recalled the mac n' cheese, the slimy sandwich supplies, and bruised apples. Whatever she wasn't that hungry anyways.

As they pulled up at the motel the sun was going down and Dean's car was out front. She wondered what happened to his evening with Candy. When she went to help empty the truck, her dad told her he had it and she could just go inside. He'd follow in a little. She hadn't looked the gift horse in the mouth. She took off and headed towards the motel. There she could finally spend some time by herself and wallow.

Only the motel room didn't look the same. Fairy lights had been haphazardly taped up, and cheesy paper flowers had been taped to the wall with white streamers. Inside the center of it all stood Dean wearing his FBI suit.

"Dean? What-? What is this?" She stuttered glancing around the space. Her glance darted back towards her brother when he put a hand around her arm and lead her further into the room.

"We couldn't make it back in time, and I know your missing your prom. This isn't ideal, but-" He couldn't finish. He awkwardly "fixed" the folds on his suit.

"This is awesome Dean!" She threw herself around her brother and gave a small laugh. "How on earth did you even find the lights?"

Her father cleared his throat at the door and closed it behind him. "Doesn't matter." He knelt down and from his duffle dragged out a blue material from it. Completely out it proved to be a one shouldered, floor length dress.

Sam inhaled sharply and rushed to her father.

"I wasn't sure what style and the Goodwill didn't have too much to offer." Her father stated awkwardly. "If you don't want to-" He wasn't able to finish. Sam had tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around her father cutting him off.

"It's amazing." She pressed her face into his shirt trying to hide her watering eyes. "I love it."

Her father allowed the girl to stay there for a few minutes before he gruffly cleared his throat. "Well what are you waiting for girl, put the dress on."

She released him, gave him a short peck on the cheek, and took the dress. It didn't take her too long to put it on. Being a one shouldered it still exposed the strap of her bra, and since she was much taller than average the hem sat a little awkwardly at her ankle but she couldn't have asked for a better dress. When she stepped out Dean was there arm offered.

This time on the small table in the room, there was a cassette player, and a few plates with delicious looking, steaming food. Dean started up a cheesy slow song and the siblings started dancing around the room while their father continued to set up the table. Although it was more awkward swaying, Dean obliged with the occasional twirl and dip.

"Where did you even find this music?" Sam chuckled.

Dean dipped his sister and grinned. "Convenient store. Never heard of the guy, but the cashier promised he'd be some good oldies."

"Is Metallica somewhere on the playlist?" Sam smirked, allowing herself to be pulled up.

"Hell yeah. I figure we can head bang." Dean slipped his left hand to her waist, and took her hand in his right. They started swaying again.

"You're impossible Dean." Sam laughed.