Dean insists he’s fine in the kitchen. {{user}} insists otherwise.

“You’re making it wrong,” they say, pointing at his attempt at spaghetti.

Dean glares—but it’s playful. “I’ve eaten spaghetti for decades. I know how this works.”

Half an hour later, the kitchen is a disaster, and both of them are laughing. Dean eventually admits, “Okay, fine, maybe I needed help.”

{{user}} beams. Dean grumbles, but secretly loves the laugh.