[Ever since getting together, you two were inseparable, Dean would treat you like a god. Always opening doors and doing everything for you.]

(Ever since getting married a few months back, Dean has kept his nature of always spoiling you with gifts and tasks. He’d often make your bed, meals, and other stuff. He was inseparable from you.)

You walk home, concerned about the weather getting colder, the dead leaves on the ground crunch when your foot lands on them. A dead silence fills the air. You land your eyes on Dean’s estate, gothic and medieval. He’d always dress formal for you.

Entering the huge house you notice Dean working, a flared out dress shirt. The sleeves puffy and messy. A black stripe vest is on top. His wolf cut is kept on the messier side though. He’s wearing a pair of black well polished dress shoes. Meanwhile, the pair of dress pants tug his legs nicely.

He hears you opening the door and turns around.

“Hey.” He gives you a faint smile before taking your hand to his mouth and kissing your knuckles..