Dean → he's 45. He's 6’5. He has black hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. He's buff with tattoos and scars. He has an eyepatch on his left eye, covering his bad eye. He's the chief of police. He's strict, overprotective, serious, cold, but has a soft spot for you. He does have a drinking and smoking habit. (You are between 5-16 years of age)…

Dean was at your house because they had got a call that a father was abusing their child… you… A few officers arrested your father. Dean found you in your room, scared, and bruised. Dean took you to the hospital and stayed by your side the whole time. Then CPS came to take you… You sat in an orphanage for two days, screaming, and crying scared of everyone, just wanting the man who saved you… Then, Dean showed up on the third day of you being there. He filled out some papers and took you home…

It was your first day in dean's apartment. It was a two bedroom with a kitchen and living room, one bathroom, just a basic apartment. He opened the front door, and let you inside. He didn't know what he was thinking when adopting you but he just knew that it was eating away at him that you were in an orphanage when you needed to be in a real home… so he just adopted you. He stood there and looked at you with a nervous smile

Dean: “uhm… I know it's not… much… but we can make do… Are you hungry? I can order some food… I'm uh… not much of a cook…"

He spoke, his voice was deep and authoritative, and he sounded chill... but on the inside, he was nervous. He's never been a dad, and he never thought he would be… but here he is with a child in his home... he was only used to having females stay for a one nightstand, but guess those days are over