"Hey Beth? Have you ever been to this fancy Italian place?" Beck asked, gesturing at her iPad screen.

"What's it called?" Beth looked up from the research book she was going through for Sam.

"I don't know how to say it, it's too weird." Beck replied, tilting the tablet so Beth could see it.

"Nope. I haven't really been to any fancy restaurants." Beth looked back at her book, flipping a page with a bored look on her face.

"I'm gonna make reservations, for us and the boys." Beck said matter of factly, tapping purposefully on her screen. "And google the pronunciation, so we can ask them out properly." She added as an afterthought.

"Good idea." Beth said without looking up.

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"Hey Dean, I gotta ask you something." Beck walked into his room, where he sat listening to Metallica and cleaning his gun.

"What's up sweetheart?" He glanced up, setting his gun down. His eyes travelled a little too slowly over her tank top and very fitted exercise leggings before resting on her face, which was surrounded by hair that had fallen out of her messy ponytail.

"What are you doing this Friday night?" Beck asked, dropping onto the edge of his bed.

"You, hopefully." Dean muttered under his breath.

"What?" Beck asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Nothing. I don't think I'm doing anything, except maybe getting stupid drunk and hoping that the world doesn't try to end again." Dean said clearly, meeting her eyes then.

"Okay well, I made reservations for me, you, Beth and Sam at Bella Italia for Friday. I figured we should dress up and go out to dinner, like normal couples for once." Beck shrugged, unsure of her thought.

"That sounds nice." Dean said carefully.

"I know that it will probably all go to crap in the first five minutes, but I mean, I've got that little black dress and stuff so…" Beck trailed off with a smirk, knowing Dean would agree.

"Yep. Definitely sounds nice." He grinned, passing her a beer.

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"Hey Sammy, you like Italian food right?" Beth asked innocently, approaching Sam at his desk.

"Uh, yeah, actually. One of my favorites." Sam replied, looking up at her. "Why do you ask, babe?" He added, running his hand over her lower back as she stood next to him.

"Well, Beck and I made some reservations for the four of us to go to Bella Italia this Friday. You know, dress up and be all fancy and stuff." A grin spread over her face as she thought of it.

"That sounds awesome, Beth." Sam smiled at her, pulling her a bit closer to him. "Are you gonna wear that blue dress?" He asked, resting his chin on her

shoulder as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Sure Sammy, if you want me to." She laughed.

"Yes please!" Sam nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay." Beth giggled.

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Friday night arrived after a very long week, and the four had to work up the energy to be able to go out.

"Beck, could you help me with this necklace?" Beth asked, holding her hair out of the way.

"Yeah, if you zip me." Beck crossed the room to help her friend.

"How about you ask Dean to?" Beth snickered.

"Oh no, he does the unzipping hun." Beck replied with a smirk.

"Aw, gross!" Beth laughed.

"So uh, did Sam ask you to wear this dress?" Beck asked as she fastened Beth's necklace.

"What? Oh, yeah he did." Beth said a little distractedly.

"Well I can tell why." Beck said, eyes running over the swooping back and lace cut outs on the sides.

"Stooop." Beth moaned, covering her red face with her hands.

"You look great love." Beck assured her.

"Thanks." Beth was still blushing.

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"I think this is the only time I've ever worn this suit without claiming to be fbi or something." Sam said as he pulled on his jacket.

"You're probably right." Dean agreed, skipping over the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

"You know, I'm actually really looking forward to this." Sam said as he straightened his shirt in the mirror.

"Did you ask Beth to wear that blue dress you wouldn't shut up about for two weeks?" Dean asked, elbowing his brother.

"Ah be quiet. You're the one who was convinced to go only by Beck's little black dress." Sam said, shoving Dean back.

"Well you gotta admit, the girl looks fine." Dean said as he laced his boots. "Actually don't agree to that. You shouldn't know."

Sam laughed a bit.

A knock startled them out of their teasing, and Dean moved to answer the door. Beth stood outside, wobbling about in her new wedges.

"You look nice. Sam, it's for you." Dean said, turning to call his brother.

"Wow." Sam breathed as his eyes met Beth's, then swept (none too quickly) over her.

"I wore the blue dress." She said shyly, looking at her feet.

"Yeah you did." Sam grinned, moving to rest his hand on her waist as she escorted him toward the car.

"Hey pretty boy."

Dean turned to see Beck leaning against the doorway, her black dress hugging her body and her heeled boots making her legs appear even longer. Her lips were a brilliant blood red and dark makeup made her eyes flash in a dangerously attractive way.

"Hot d-." Dean breathed. Beck smirked and crossed to him.

"Don't you look nice." She purred as she straightened his collar.

"Not as nice as you." Dean said, running his hand over her waist.

"Ready to go?" Beck asked. Dean nodded and she led him from the room. "If we hurry we might be able to embarrass Sam and Beth." She grinned.

They did indeed embarass Sam

and Beth, who were enthusiastically smooching as they entered the room. The two sprang apart and Beth immediately turned a brilliant red, stammering an explanation and pushing Sam away.

"Told you!" Beck cackled, making even Sam blush. "Dibs on driving, by the way." She said, snatching the keys from Dean's pocket (which made his eyes widen significantly).

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They loaded into the car laughingly, Dean in shotgun and Beck driving, the other two in the backseat.

"You two better watch it back there, I've still got a rear view." Beck joked.

Beth blushed again.

The drive was long and quiet, Beth whispering to Sam in the back and Dean running his hand up and down Beck's thigh.

"We have arrived." Beck said grandiosely, parking the Impala and pulling the keys out. She threw her door open as the others followed suit.

"I'm gonna eat everything." Beck proclaimed as they entered the restauarant.

"Good luck with that sweetheart." Dean commented, sliding his arm around her waist as they were escorted to a table.

They slid into the exceptionally small booth, Beth admiring the candles and small rose centerpiece.

A waiter appeared a moment later, passing them each a glossy menu and Beck a wine menu, as the reservations were in her name.

"So do we want eu- aw- alright I don't know how to pronounce any of this crap." Beck said, tossing the menu to Beth. "You pick something, you're more sophisticated than I am."

Beth looked a bit bewildered, but picked up the menu.

The waiter returned a few minutes later to take their orders.

"I'll have the pesto and brie ravioli." Beck said as she passed her menu back.

"I'd like the marinara penne, please." Beth said with a smile, handing in her own menu.

"I'll have what she's having." Dean said, gesturing toward Beck. He had no clue what the menu he returned even said.

"I'd like the tomato bisque and a french baguette." Sam said, his eyebrows creased in signature Sam face as he passed over his menu.

"And can we have this wine?" Beth added.

"That'll be right out." The waiter said.

"That actually means: You might have your food by next week." Beck muttered sarcastically.

Dean laughed a bit in response to her, but nodded in agreement at the same time.

Sam was engrossed in playing with Beth's fingers, running his own up and down hers and weaving them occasionally between his.

Dean watched them for a minute, then glanced at Beck, who sighed and gave him her hand. Dean smiled a bit and took her hand.

"The ravioli?"

Beck raised her hand and the waiter set a large plate in front of her, then another in front of Dean before passing Beck and Sam their food.

"Seriously?" Beck looked down at her plate with a slightly disbelieveing expression.

On her plate was a single ravioli drizzled with a ridiculously sparse amount of sauce and a smear of soft cheese on the side. It was altogether maybe three bites.

The other plates were occupied in a similar fashion, all very disappointingly sized.

"I paid fifteen bucks for a singular noodle?!" Beck exclaimed.

Dean laughed at that statement, which sent Sam and Beth into laughter too and soon Beck couldn't help but join.

They finished the meal quickly and washed it down with the entire bottle of wine, pausing occasionally to laugh at the size of their food.

Beck took the bill and insisted on paying, then they left, returning to the bunker.

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As soon as they arrived back home, Beck marched to the kitchen and pulled out a frozen pizza, sticking it in the heating oven.

When Dean followed her and saw what she was doing, he pulled out leftover Mexican from the fridge. Beth put on a pot of macaroni and Sam helped her.

They worked in silence, preparing their various types of junk food and snacking on popcorn and theatre treats as they did.

Beck stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she leaned against the counter, kicking off her heels and padding around the kitchen with her now bare feet. Beth followed suit, leaning on Sam to kick them off as she stirred the macaroni.

Beck pushed herself onto the counter, swinging her feet as she waited for her pizza to cook. Dean stood close to her, occasionally poking her sides and making her squirm.

Dean pulled his Mexican out of the microwave and Beck carefully removed her pizza from the oven; so carefully that she squealed and nursed several burning fingers under the faucet once she was done.

Beth separated the macaroni into two bowls, passing one to Sam and sticking spoons into both.

"We should watch a movie." Beck said suddenly.

"That my dear, is a fantastic idea." Dean said through a mouthful of slightly soggy burrito.

After collecting the rest of their food, the four migrated to the couches before the television, each pair claiming a couch. The boys shed their coats and Sam took off his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Dean sat at the edge of the couch, setting his plate on the arm and patting the cushion beside him to summon Beck over. She plopped down beside him, settling into his side and stretching her legs out to the side. Dean ran his fingers down her side, lingering on her waist where the tight dress had bunched up a bit.

"Still love this dress." Dean whispered into her ear.

Beck smirked and planted a short kiss on his jaw, prompting him to turn and kiss her mouth.

"What movie?" Sam had knelt near the television stand, which had a basket of movies beneath it.

"World War Z!" Beck shouted, almost dropping her pizza in her sudden excitement.

"No, that's too scary!" Beth said, curling into her blanket and pulling her macaroni close.

"Elisabeth we literally fight monsters for a living, and a zombie movie is too scary?" Beck said exasperatedly.

Beth just nodded.

"Ugh fine." Beck groaned. "What about Edge of Tomorrow?"

Beth shook her head.

"Harry Potter?"

Head shake.

"Um….Lord of the Rings?"

Head shake.

"Pacific Rim?!"

Head shake.

"FINE! What do you want to watch then?" Beck finally gave up, dropping her head back against Dean's shoulder in defeat.

"I think we should watch Confessions of a Shopaholic." Sam said from where he say flicking through movies.

"Yes!" Beth exclaimed.

Beck groaned.

"Deeaan make them change it." She whined playfully.

"We can watch something else later princess. I'm sure Sammy and Beth will be too distracted to watch another one." Dean said with a knowing smirk.

"As if you two won't." Sam said over his shoulder. "Coughlittleblackdresscough."

"What?" Beck asked, confused.

"Nothing. Sam's just being ridiculous." Dean said, throwing a glare his brother's way.

"Okaaay."

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By the time they were halfway through the movie, all four were fast asleep. Beck was sprawled across the couch, her head in Dean's lap and her empty pizza plate on the ground. Dean was slumped against the arm of the couch, totally out. His arm was draped over Beck's waist.

Beth was curled up against Sam's side and his arm was around her, his head resting against hers. A peaceful quiet filled the room.

Turned out the Winchesters and co could never be 'normal' couples. But that wasn't always a bad thing. As long as the world wasn't literally ending, it was actually pretty nice.