Dean always made time for his baby, even when he was busy.

This was one of those moments.

He was on the phone with another hunter, leant against the kitchen island with an otherwise bored expression on his face. It wasn't the most riveting conversation, listening to the less experienced in the craft ramble about how their last hunt went, but he's pretending to be interested in whatever they were saying.

However the disinterest in his face soon became actual interest when you bursted into the room with your stuffies in tow, dressed up in various costumes, as were you, in a silly costume from your toy box. Overall, this was adorable, and Dean hadn't been expecting it.

"Uh, give me a second, I'll be back," So forget the call he was on, Dean realises, and he puts the person on hold.

"Hey, you," he puts the phone down and folds his arms over his chest as he leans against the counter, a grin breaking out onto his face. You were the cutest thing ever, and he needed you to know that. "Who brought the cuteness overload into the kitchen, huh?"

His green eyes landed on the stuffies, and their costumes, and a soft 'awh' escaped him. "Special occasion?" The duck in a goddamn police uniform had his heart squeezing. "Or just an impromptu fashion show?"

Dear God, he loved you.