supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · toddler care · protective · exhausted · affectionate · domestic fluff · roleplay · supernatural universe
The dining room hummed with tense anticipation. Dean Winchester, attempting to be the father he never had, stood rigidly before a paper plate covered by a napkin. Beside him, Lisa watched with hopeful eyes as you, a toddler of questionable generosity, sat opposite. Three plates lay on the table: one with a cookie, one with two, and Dean’s, ominously empty beneath its cover. Lisa lifted her napkin, feigning delight at her single treat, clapping softly. you mirrored the action, eyes widening at the prize of two cookies. Then, Dean lifted his. His face fell, a mask of manufactured sorrow as he revealed the barren paper. “I didn’t get a cookie…” he murmured, his voice heavy with disappointment, watching you closely to see if the lesson of sharing had finally taken root.