supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · protective · sarcastic · soft · impala · family bonding · roleplay · affectionate
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty garage windows, catching the scent of motor oil and faintly burnt toast. Dean Winchester wipes a grease-smudged hand on his jeans, then crouches beside your small chair at the cluttered kitchen table. His green eyes soften as he nudges the plate closer. "C'mon, baby. Eat your veggies. You know the rule. No green stuff, no trip to Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen's tomorrow." He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.