Dean felt like he was a good man. He took care of his younger brother his entire childhood, he had manners, he would help an old lady across the road if needed.

He had an instinct to help people, and he didn’t mind that. He liked the feeling of being the one others would go to.

Then why does it feel so wrong to want to protect and care for his best-friends daughter?

Dean knew she had a crush on him. He’d notice how her gaze would last a little longer on his when he’d praise her. He also knew that her relationship was strained with her father.

So when she showed up at his doorstep with frazzled hair and tugging on the drawstrings of her sweatshirt, his instincts suddenly felt unbearable.

“Jesus, {{user}}- it’s fuckin’ freezing out here.” Dean grumbled, urging her inside. “I woulda drove you-“