((Open rp, be Dean. Her name is Roxanne. Romance)) I kept trying to help Dean. He was slaving away in the kitchen, but he wouldn't let me help. "Dean!" I exclaim, trying to push past him. He laughs and picks me up with ease, setting me back at the table he had decorated with roses and candles. Me, the most oblivious person on earth, didn't notice that he wanted this to be a date.