"Dean-"

You walk into the living room, spotting Dean on the couch with both of your little girls in his arms, one of them listening keenly to whatever garbage he was telling her, the other clearly annoyed with her father's story and playing with a teething ring.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Dean smirks when he sees you, putting the impatient girl down on her play mat and carrying the other one with him to you. His lips plant against your cheek, nose nuzzling the freckles on your skin.

"I was tellin' this one about everything you got her for Christmas."

Dean grins, chuckling as she keeps staring at him, her big green eyes flying over to you as if finally noticing you were there. She was such a daddy's girl. They both were.

"Really?"

You smile.

"I'm gonna tell her everything you got her."

Dean glowers playfully, covering her ears.

"Hell no."

He gently sets her with her sister, pulling you onto his lap and sitting on the couch. The Christmas tree was all lit up and shiny, mostly Dean's handiwork.

"I love you."

He murmurs tiredly, only letting you hear how exhausted he was. You smile, getting off his lap to sit behind him and massage his back the way he liked. Dean exhales heavily, tugging your thighs forwards while you're behind him.

"You're so good at that, baby."