Imagine Dean bonding with your daughter who has a soft spot for him and not missing a chance to flirt with you.
“Press the button?” Dean’s voice was heard as you cautiously made your way upstairs, not wanting to make your presence known yet just because you wanted to see what he and Mary were doing.
“Press the button.” her little voice was heard and you smiled without even realizing it yourself.
“And down we gooooo!” Dean made a voice and soon a huff was heard along with Mary’s giggles. You rested your weight on the doorframe, still not saying a word as you watched the green-eyed man play with your daughter.
“Can we go again?” her little voice was heard in between her giggles and you saw Dean chuckle; none of them had realized you were standing there watching them.
“Again? Ok. Hop up!” he grinned at the little girl and you bit the inside of your cheek as you fought to keep a smile off your face. In vain.
“And up we go!” he slowly lifted her as she was sitting on his shoulders.
“Press the button.” he pointed his finger upwards as she pressed hers there.
“And down we go!” he huffed as they fell back down on the bed, her laughter filling the entire room.
This time you couldn’t contain your laughter and as that you made your presence known. You walked inside your bedroom to be greeted with huge smiles from both Dean and the little girl.
“You two seem to be having real fun huh?” you smirked and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously.
“We’ve made a mess haven’t we?” he asked looking around him and mostly the bed but you shook your head.
“No it’s ok.”
“Mommy!” Mary exclaimed as she jumped off the bed and ran towards you “Dean and I were playing a new game!” she said looking up at you with big (y/e/c) eyes.
“Hmh I saw that honey. WWE games.” you said, giving a look at Dean whose eyes widened.
“How’d you know?” he breathed out, guilty face on as if he’d been caught on act.
“I’m not just a pretty face you know.” you chuckled before bending down to pick up your three-year-old girl.
“Mommy can Dean stay with us tonight please?” she asked with an innocent smile and you glanced at Dean to see he too was waiting like a little child with big green eyes for an answer.
“I don’t know sweetheart. He’s a busy man, wouldn’t want to keep him here and busy with boring girly stuff when there might something or someone waiting for him tonight.” you said almost slyly, glancing at Dean from the corner of your eye.
“No!” Mary said with a deep frown and an adorable pout “Dean wants to stay with us, don’t you Dean?” she asked looking back at the man that you knew she had developed a soft spot for. He wasn’t her father no, her real father had died before he had the chance to meet his little girl, but you were glad your little girl didn’t feel the absence thanks to the older Winchester.
“Absolutely lovebug!” he grinned walking towards the two of you “There is no other place on Earth I would rather be than with the two of you. Plus-” he looked at you with a small, you could say almost satisfied, smirk on his face “There isn’t someone waiting for me tonight, apart from Baby to tak her on a long ride.”
“Huh is that so?” you raised an eyebrow, trying not to show how interested you really were so you prefered to play Mary’s hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear “How come? Considering who you are I’d expect the ladies to be fighting for a few hours in your agenda.” you mumbled and he shrugged.
“There is no lady I’d be more interested in spending my time with than my little princess.” he smiled softly down at Mary who giggled when he kissed her cheek. Despite everything, and despite the small pang of jealousy, you couldn’t help but smile at how much of a father figure – a great and loving one at that – Dean was being for Mary.
“So mommy, can Dean sleep with us tonight? Pretty please?” she batted her eyelashes at you and you glanced at Dean who had a hopeful look on as well.
“Well if he wants to-” you started and he spoke up immediately.
“I’m warning you though, there will be plenty of Tangled and sparkles and glitter because we’re going tobe making a cake.” you pointed out and he grinned.
“Sounds amazing to me” he breathed out sincerely and you couldn’t fight off the smile.
“Come on mommy, please let him stay! Pretty please!” she wrapped her small arms around your neck, giving you that adorable smile you just couldn’t resist.
“Very well then, he can stay.” you shrugged, trying to not let your own excitement show. Your daughter was enough excited for the both of you as her and Dean cheered both smiling like kids on Christmas day.
“Ok now, go wash your hands sweetie-” you set her down “We’ve gotta get started on that cake, yeah?”
“Alright!” she nodded her head “Dean will you help us?”
“Absolutely pumpkin!” he booped her nose and kissed her forehead as with a giggle she ran out of your bedroom towards the bathroom to wash her hands.
“She’s developed a soft spot for you, you know.” you mumbled with a soft smile as you fixed the bedsheets.
“Only her though?” he asked with a cute grin and you shook your head with a laugh.
“Shut up idiot.” you threw a pillow at him “I’m being serious you know.”
“Yeah-” he softened “I know” he hummed with a fond smile that made your own heart swell inside your chest “I really love her too.”
“You know, maybe it’s because you spend a lot of time together- which: thank you very much for. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” you looked at him sincerely and he shook his head, helping you by picking up her toys.
“You know you don’t have to. I love being with her, and if it takes one more worry away while you are working then it’s my pleasure. Both mine and Sam’s.”
“I know” you held his gaze for a good few moments “I just- I’m saying this because- no matter how much time one can spend with her it doesn’t mean they’ll have her trust. She’s not an easy child, not really open. But with you-” you shook your head with a laugh “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are her father.”
Dean chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her toys that he had in his arms “It would be my honor.” he whispered and your eyes locked on him.
“To be her father.” he looked into your eyes “It would be a honor for me. She is an amazing kid, I would love nothing more than to call her my daughter.”
“As I would love nothing more than to call you her father.” you whispered the small confession and he gave you a boyish grin.
“You know-” his smile turned into a flirty smirk that just made you weak on the knees every time “-that would mean I’d have to be something more to you too, right?”
“Yeah, the only drawback right?” you chuckled and he shook his head.
“Are you kidding me? I’d be bragging to everyone if the mother of my child was such a bomb!” he grinned widely and you bit your lip, chuckling.
“Yeah right.” you scoffed and he gave you a look.
“Don’t make me fight you on this, (Y/n). You know I’d definitely win this. I have my ways.”
“Which include?” you raised an eyebrow suggestively and you saw his eyes darken for a minute.
“Oh you’d like to know sweetheart?”
“Perhaps?” you shrugged innocently and he laughed.
“I’d love to do so too but- not with a kid walking around. Maybe when she’s asleep, I’d love to show you.” he winked and you chuckled.
“You’re such a flirt.” you shook your head, jumping when you felt his hand on your back; not having realized when he came close to you.
“Oh princess, I’m not flirting.” his face got closer to yours “I’m giving you a promise.”