AUTHOR NOTE: This was picked as part of my prompt event on my Instagram Waywardimagines. The requester asked not to be named.
PROMPT #8: "Kiss me so they see,".
CHARACTER: Dean
You stood and looked at yourself in the mirror. You dress hung perfectly over you. In was black and ended at your knees. You wore a pair of matching heels. Now to everyone else, you looked stunning, but in your head, so many negative thoughts were going through it. Did the dress bring your pale skin out to much? Did the heels make you look too lanky? Is your braided hair too much? You were brought out of your ambushing thoughts by a knock on your door frame. You looked over to see Dean walking into the room. "Whoa Y/N," he said, "you look amazing,".
"Thanks, Dean," you blushed even though you sure he was just saying it to be nice.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Dean are sure you wanna go?" you asked, "it's just a class reunion I'm more than to skip it,".
"No no Y/N," he said, "you were excited to go when you got the invite plus we both look really good,". You smiled as he held out his arm and you wrapped yours around it as you both headed outside to the Impala. You drove into the old high school parking lot and heads turned at the pur of Baby's engine. Dean hopped out and then went around to your door and opened it. He held out his hand to help you out. You noticed people staring, but since most were females you had a pretty good guess that it was Dean turning heads. You walked in and the dance part of the party was in full swing. As you looked around those harsh thoughts came back. Why am I here when everyone looks so much better than me? What if Dean finds a prettier girl to dance with? What if he realizes your not good enough for him?
"Let's dance my lady," Dean said leading you onto the dance floor. As you danced you noticed more people staring. Where they shocked a plain jane like you was dancing with a knock out like Dean? Did they think he lost a bet and had to dance with you? Was he only here because he felt sorry for you? That last thought made you shake a little. "Y/N, you ok?" he asked looking down at you.
"Dean, we should go," you said, "everyone here knows I'm a loser,".
"Y/N," he said, "you are a not a loser. You're an amazing woman, who's smart, badass, and so much more beautiful than all the other girls here,".
"Even if that's true how are you gonna prove it?" you asked, "kiss me so they can see,".
"Actually," he said, "that's all I've wanted to do since we met,". He cupped your face in his hands. His soothing, gentle touch sent a shiver through you as he softly pressed his lips to yours. It was soft at first but soon picked up heat as you melted right into it. Just then you knew you were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.