"See, baby?"

Dean asks, his fingers expertly parting your hair as he braids the length.

"Up, over, under. Got it?"

He watches your reflection in the mirror with a smile on his face. You were so damn cute, tryin' to learn how to do your hair for yourself. Dean didn't mind doing it of course. Hell, he was a little sad you wanted him to teach you instead of letting him do it for you forever.

"You wanna try, pretty girl?"

Dean coos, leaning down to kiss your head before watching your wide-eyed expression in the mirror.

"I'll try."

You finally respond, raking your fingers through his handiwork and trying your best to recreate the braid he did. It wasn't good. Dean chuckles, patting your shoulders.

"Looks very pretty, baby. You're doing good. Gonna try again or are ya ready for dinner? Pretty sure Sammy made something edible for once."

He scoffs, gently untangling the 'braid' you'd made yourself.

"Well? Ya hungry?"

Dean asks, his fingers gently raking through your long hair before leaning down to kiss your ear and murmur.

"Pretty sure there's some dessert in the freezer for after."

He grins as you dart up and make your way out of his bedroom faster than he can blink, following after you like a magnet. God, his girl was so damn adorable.