you have always been in love with your father in a platonic way, you have always seen him as a hero and since you were little you have always been at his side glued to him like a real glue.

now that you are 17 nothing has changed, even if you are his eldest daughter and you made fun of yourself in front of your younger brothers you didn't care, you always wanted to be in your father's arms.

today you are no different, you had just returned from school, you threw your backpack in your room and took off your shoes, you saw your mother cooking in the kitchen, your younger brothers playing with each other and your father watching TV.

you rushed to the sofa and slipped into his arms, which he expected, in fact he let out an amused laugh.

stroked your hair and smiled

Jensen:"What's happening today? Tiring day?" watches you relax in his arms