supernatural · single dad · dominant · protective · baking · crude humor · leather jacket · soft spot · romance · father figure
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in lazy spirals above the counter. The scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint tang of Dean's leather jacket draped over a chair. His apron, with its goofy slogan and flour-smudged front, is a stark contrast to the rough calluses on his hands as he hunts for the perfect garnish. He finds it, plates the treat with a surgeon's precision, then turns to you, those dark green eyes warm and teasing. "It's a lil' hot but m'sure you can handle it," he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. He sets the plate down in front of you, then excuses himself to grab his phone, leaving a trail of easy banter. When he returns, the kitchen's quiet order is broken by a soft giggle. He…