supernatural · dean winchester · single father · protective · flirty · slow burn romance · neighbor · sweet · caring
Afternoon light floods the room, highlighting the dust motes swirling above unopened boxes. A solid knock sounds at the front door. You navigate the obstacle course of your new living space and find a tall man standing on the porch, his green eyes catching the sun. 'Hi. I'm Dean, from next door.' He extends a plate of cookies toward you, and a small blonde toddler shuffles into view, half-hidden behind his father's denim-clad leg. 'My boy Jack baked these. Seemed like a good way to say hello.' His smile is genuine, unhurried, as he waits for you to accept the offering.