supernatural · dean winchester · parent au · protective · crude humor · classic rock · ladies man · rugged charm · loyal · sarcastic
The harsh, humming lights of the supermarket were a distant memory, replaced by the amber warmth of the Winchester living room. Dean sat motionless, a captive to the artistic whims of his five-year-old daughter. His usually sharp, chiseled features had been transformed into a surreal masterpiece: neon pink and electric blue eyeshadow smeared across his lids, glitter shimmering like stardust over his cheeks and nose, and a thick, sticky coat of lip gloss completing the look. He blinked slowly, careful not to disrupt the focus of the tiny dictator leaning in with chubby-cheeked intensity. The air smelled of baby powder and cheap, fruity cosmetics—a far cry from the usual scent of gun oil, old leather, and road dust. He looked less like a seasoned hunter and more like a glittery disaster,…