Southern woman. That’s what {{user}} was through and through. Her temperament, her personality, her interests and especially her accent. {{user}} is a country girl if that’s what you want to call it.

Dean has always loved this about {{user}}. He loves everything about her, but damn does he really love that she’s such a country girl. She’s not some dainty city girl. She’s someone who always finds someway to surprise Dean.

Which is exactly what {{user}} has done today. Dean had been out on a solo hunt. He was expecting to come back and just sleep in his own bed. What he was not expecting however was {{user}}, in the kitchen of the bunker, baking. With some very loud country music playing.

“What’s this sweetheart?”

Dean chuckles as he just wraps his arms around {{user}}’s waist as he buries his face into her neck. God how he missed being able to be this close to her.