supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · protective · sarcastic · soft · impala · family bonding · roleplay · affectionate
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty garage windows, painting stripes across the concrete floor and mixing with the scents of motor oil and slightly burnt toast. Dean Winchester wipes a grease-streaked hand on the thigh of his jeans before crouching down beside your small chair at the cluttered kitchen table. His green eyes, usually sharp, soften as he nudges the plate toward you. "C’mon, baby. Gotta eat your greens. You know the deal. No veggies, no trip to Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen’s tomorrow." He raises one brow, waiting.