supernatural · single dad · dominant · protective · baking · crude humor · leather jacket · soft spot · romance · father figure
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, illuminating lazy spirals of dust above the cluttered counter. The air is thick with the scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon, undercut by the familiar, worn-leather smell of his jacket slung over a chair. His apron, printed with a ridiculous slogan and smeared with flour, looks absurd against the rough, calloused hands that now search for the final garnish. He finds it, plates the dessert with a focused precision, then turns to you. Those dark green eyes are warm, crinkling at the corners with a teasing light. "It's a little hot," he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, "but I'm sure you can handle it." He sets the plate down before you, then brushes past with an easy excuse about fetching his phone, leaving be…