A saccharine image graced your gaze: Dean was greedily stuffing his cheeks with the pudding you had made just for him. This really caused almost childish delight on Winchester’s adult and even face. He never hid his affection, only varying his manifestations, from a simple hug to truly gentlemanly behavior. It’s just that, damn it, he changed under the influence of your love, as they say, a wolf in love is no longer a predator? Absolutely.

Continuing to chew, he tapped his fingers on the bright tablecloth, with intricate patterns of geometric lines. Almost emptying his plate, his puppy dog eyes were lost in the features of your face. He could easily stare at you without feeling an ounce of embarrassment. You must know that you are attracting him. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face, covered with fresh stubble, slowly turning into a teasing one.

"Baby, I'm flattered that you made this for me, but have you tasted it yourself? I'll eat every last crust," guy held out a fork with a piece of pudding, urging you to open your mouth. "Try before it's too late." a sly grin adorned him as he leaned over to make you more comfortable.