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You were stood in the kitchen of your home, out the front you could see Dean and your son woking on the Impala. Dean was attempting to teach him the simpler things about the car, and it was a sight to see you must admit.
Dean changed around your son, around you he was caring and considerate and loving, but he was also passionate and rough around the edges, he allowed you to see his flaws. But around your son, it was almost as if he couldn’t do that, Dean wanted to be looked up to, but something that never wavered was how much love he had crossing through his veins, and it was always prominent on his face.
You smiled and took a deep breath, content with the little life that you had built for yourself. Dean turned and caught your eye through the window, you smiled and he offered you a wink before going back to helping your little boy polish up one of the headlights.
You moved off to reach into the fridge to pull our a beer for Dean, and you made your way outside into the warm air of the evening. Dean smiled when he saw you, trailing one hand over the middle of your back to come resting on your hip and taking the beer with the other hand.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He said, placing a chaste kiss to your lips and your mouth curled up into a smile. You turned your head to where your 6 year old son was sat on the floor, fiddling with the cloth Dean had given him in order to polish the head lights.
He was staring concentratedly at the cloth in his hands, trying his hards to fold it properly the way Dean had shown him. A smile graced your face as you watched him, he had the same concentrating face as Dean, in fact, he was so like Dean that it was scary at times, but you weren’t complaining.
"Pretty cute, huh?" Dean whispered, his eyes only leaving your son for a split second to look at your smile. You nodded and breathed out a small ‘yeah’ as you leaned more into his side and took a deep breath in. "Obviously he gets that from me." Dean said smugly causing you to laugh, which was his intention.
"Obviously." You said turning your head to look at Dean’s profile for a moment and then he turned his head also, you grinned at each other for a moment.
"Mommy, look." You heard the small voice of your son and your head whipped runs to look at him. He was pointing to the headlight in front of him. You smiled and made your way over to kneel in front of him. He was grinning up at you.
"Wow, did you do that all by yourself?" You asked him and he nodded looking proud of himself, you leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. "Well done, baby." He smiled. "Why don’t you do the other one too?" You asked him, happy that he was enjoying himself.
"Daddy already did it." He said a small frown appearing on his face, you turned to look at Dean, seeing him take a swig of his beer, he smiled over at the two of you.
"Well, I think you could do a better job than Daddy, don’t you?" You smiled and heard Dean grumble a little behind you. Your son beamed up at you and nodded, shuffling over and starting to polish the other one thoroughly. You stood and moved back over to Dean.
"You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I would pissed at you for insulting my car management skills." He smirked as you stood in front of him. He reached for you, placing his hands on your hips, after finishing his beer and placing it down, and threading his fingers into your belt loops he pulled you forward. Your hands fell on his forearms and you sighed when you felt your chests touch.
"Yeah, yeah." You smirked reaching up to place a kiss to his lips quickly, he kissed you back and when you broke apart the two of you turned to look at your son concentrating hard. "You did good, Winchester." You whispered. You could almost feel Dean grin.
"Didn’t do to bad yourself there, Y/N." He said into your hair and you closed you eyes at the feeling.
This right here, everything about this, is just flawless. You thought leaning into Dean for the millionth time.
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"And remember, Mary, m-"
“Make sure the holy water is in your purse at all times, don’t sleep with him even if he pressures me, if I get a feeling call you or Uncle Sammy and I’ll be picked up. I know this dad.”
Willow rolled her eyes and said,
“She’ll be fine, Dean. I mean come on, she’s your kid.”
“And I know how boys are, Willow.”
“Dad, mom’s right. I’ll be fine.”
Dean sighed and replied, “alright alright, go have fun.”