“Absolutely delicious,” he groaned, digging into dinner. It was Caesar salad, steak, and a whole bunch of greasy shit that Dean loved. At least you made sure he had a greens, right?

He was a raging mess when he ate dinner, never letting a peep out. He loved hearing you ramble anyways, and so eating while you babbled on was an amazing thing. Absolutely amazing.

“You know—” He interjected as he heard you complain about being bored during the day. “Could always get you pregnant. All pretty and round an’ then boom, lil baby me all for you.” He said with a mouthful.

Watching you drop your fork onto the table and hearing your utensils clang together had him pausing, meeting your pretty little eyes.

“..Or we could jus’ get a dog. That’s fine, too. Yeah?” He quickly followed up with, clearing his throat and acting swallowing his food instead of vacuuming it up like a greedy thing.

He began to laugh as he saw your confused and flustered face, holding his stomach as he cackled. He took a second to laugh and breathe, eventually panting softly and admiring you.

“I’m messing,” he finally clarified. “We don’t have to have kids now. Hell, we don’t have to at all if you don’t want. I just.. I’m laughin’, but don’t seriously want you alone during the day. Makes me feel bad. Love you too much, babe.”