"Do I have to?" Claire whines from upstairs.

"Yep!" Lucifer replies, sitting at he kitchen table with an excited smile. "C'mon out."

"I look ridiculous," Claire protests.

"I always look ridiculous," Lucifer tells her. "I live with it. You can, too." When he doesn't get a response, he adds, "Look, give it half an hour, and if you're still bored, I'll pick you up. But you can't just miss senior prom."

Claire groans. "Fine, but don't laugh."

The sound of the door opening is easily audible, even from downstairs. Lucifer glances at the clock, probably wondering how long she can procrastinate before he has to forcefully drag her to prom.

She finally steps into view, wearing a long blue dress that makes her professionally curled blonde hair pop. Her makeup is flawless; just enough to accent her best features without making her look like a raccoon on drugs. She takes small steps, attempting to adjust to her high heeled shoes. She wears a small smile, but it's reluctant, like she's nervous about what people will say.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" she asks, her gaze on Lucifer as if she can read it in his expression. He's just looking at her with wide eyes, his hand covering his mouth, but it does nothing to hide the awed look on his face.

"No, you're — it looks — you look amazing," he stammers.

Castiel and Dean share a smirk.

She sighs. "Told you it sucked."

"Have you even looked in the mirror?" Lucifer asks. "Seriously, Claire, you're..." He gestures vaguely at her, as if the word he's looking for will take the hint and magically appear in the air.

"You don't have to pretend you like it," she tells him. "It's not working."

Castiel resists the urge to facepalm. God, she's so oblivious it's not even funny.

"I mean it," he insists. "You're going to walk in there and the boys won't be able to take their eyes off you. You're definitely not leaving alone tonight." He says the last part with a joking smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Castiel wants to slam his head on the table a million times because how is Claire this freaking blind?

"No, I'll be leaving with you after half an hour when you come pick me up," she replies.

"Try to have some fun," Lucifer says. "It's your prom, for gods sake."

"That's never gonna happen, but if it makes you feel better, then sure."

Samandriel walks into the room, going straight for the freezer and ignoring everyone else. He just looks in there for a few moments, then asks, "Who ate the rest of the ice cream?"

"Anna," Lucifer replies. "I was this close to getting it, too."

"Well, can't complain that Anna's eating," he replies, shutting the freezer door and turning around to look at them. He pauses, then says, "You clean up nice."

Claire rolls her eyes. "Whatever. I just can't wait to be out of this dress." She kicks off her heels, adding, "And these shoes are not meant for the human body."

"They're heels," Samandriel replies. "Pretty sure they're supposed to feel like that."

"Well, I ain't having it," she says. "I'm gonna go find some flats."

With that, she walks away, returning a few minutes later with flat shoes and an Anna. Her dress is proof that red hair goes perfect with green. It's a fairly modest dress, compared to what she's worn in the past; it's long and doesn't show too much cleavage, covering the bases in more ways than one. Her hair and makeup are flawless, but that's no different than her usual look. Her accessories, on the other hand, are probably more expensive than some people's houses. Overall, she looks like she just stepped off the runway.

"Guuuuurl, you look poifect," Lucifer tells her.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she replies with an exaggerated curtesy.

"Do I want to know how much that cost me?" Castiel asks.

"Less than twenty-five thousand, accessories included," she replies.

"Really?" Dean says in surprise. "Because you look like a million buck."

Anna giggles. "I swear, if you weren't dating my brother..." she jokes.

He chuckles. "Something tells me your actual boyfriend wouldn't approve of that."

She waves a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Ooh, speaking of." She glances at the clock. "Five minutes 'til Cain gets here. Quick, Claire, senior prom selfie."

"I could take an actual picture of you," Castiel offers.

"Nah, we're good," Anna tells him.

They spend the next five minutes taking selfies and eating crackers together. Finally, the doorbell rings, and Anna opens the door before anyone else can reach it.

"Oh my god," Cain breathes. "You look..."

"Not as good as you?" Anna finishes. "I know. C'mon."

Whatever else happens during their greeting is blocked by the closed door, because even after all this time, Anna still doesn't let her family really meet Cain.

"You want me to take you now?" Lucifer asks Claire.

"Give Anna and Cain, like, two minutes to get out of here," Claire replies. "Then we can go."

"M'kay, sounds like a plan."

"Wait," Samandriel says suddenly, a smile creeping up on his face. "Don't we have more ice cream downstairs?"

"Right, because that's what's important right now," Claire says sarcastically.

"What?" Samandriel says with exaggerated defensiveness. "A guy can't want ice cream anymore? Sue me!"