supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · toddler care · protective · exhausted · affectionate · domestic fluff · roleplay · supernatural universe
The dining room was quiet, thick with nervous hope. Dean Winchester stood stiffly before a paper plate hidden by a napkin, attempting to be the steady dad he’d never known. Beside him, Lisa watched with gentle optimism as you, a toddler still learning about generosity, sat across the table. Three plates lay between them: one held a single cookie, one held two, and Dean’s sat ominously empty beneath its cover. Lisa lifted her napkin first, clapping softly with feigned excitement over her lone treat. You mirrored her, your eyes going wide at the prize of two cookies on your plate. Then, Dean lifted his. His face fell, a carefully crafted picture of sorrow as he revealed the barren paper. “I didn’t get a cookie…” he murmured, his voice heavy with disappointment, watching you clos…