Prompt: “I miss the days when you were cute and innocent.“
Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader
Requested by: @kas-not-cas
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Pink.
All Dean sees before him is god damn pink. How did he get here? Why is he here? This isn’t good. And he doesn’t fucking like it one bit. He’s not ready for this shit. He’ll never be ready for this shit. It’s inevitable but Dean isn’t prepared enough for this right now.
“Can we move this along, sweetheart? I’m hungry.” Dean whines out, heavily pacing in front of his daughter’s dressing room.
“Don’t rush me, dad! You don’t like anything that I pick!” Nicole huffs throwing on another soon to be rejected dress.
“Pick something appropriate and we’ll be fine.” Dean groans rubbing his temples. “I’m not thrilled you’re going to a dance in the first place, young lady. So you can thank your Uncle Sammy for that one.”
Dean silently curses his stupid brother, Sam somehow convinced him that Nicole is old enough to go to her first dance. There’s absolutely no way that she’s old enough. She’s still Dean’s little baby girl and he refuses to see her any other way.
“How about this one?” Nicole swings open the dressing room door with a thud, a huge smile gracing her beautiful face.
“It’s see through!”
“No it’s just lace. I look hot.” Nicole retorts with a hand on her hip.
“Hot? Oh my god.” Dean is literally freaking out on the inside. This can not be happening.
“I miss the days when you were cute and innocent.”
“Dad…”
“What’s with the color anyways?” Dean asks carefully, not wanting to be on the receiving end of a teenager tantrum.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you only trying on black dresses? There’s a ton of other colors out there, sweetheart.”
“It’s Mark’s favorite color.” She answers sheepishly.
“I’m sorry…who?” Dean replies feeling his chest automatically tighten.
“My date.”
“You’re fourteen years old! There’s no way in hell that you’re going on a date.” Dean growls with anger flashing across his handsome features.
“Especially not with Mark. His favorite color is black for Christ’s sake. Black! Does he worship the devil too?!”
“You are so overreacting.” Nicole pouts glaring at her father.
“Find a boy whose favorite color is blue and we’ll talk.”
“That is so…”
“Next!”
“You are so uncool!” Nicole responds stomping back into the dressing room.
“I am cool!” Dean practically exclaims with a scowl. As if on cue, the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on saunters into the area. Son of a bitch.
“I believe you.” You giggle strolling by him. “You’re cool.”
“Shit. Sorry…I…um…” Dean rubs the back of his neck, feeling his cheeks quickly heat up from embarrassment.
“My daughter’s looking for a dress. There was no one else in here. I can leave.”
“It’s ok. It’s not like you can see through the door.” You chuckle and wave off his idea, groaning internally at what just came out of your stupid mouth.
“True.” Dean agrees, silently wishing that he had x-ray vision.
You give the unbelievably sexy man a quick smirk then disappear into a dressing room. Out of all the places to meet a hot man, this is definitely the last place you’d expect. Feeling weirdly nervous, you rush through trying on some dresses. You don’t like any of them anyways. Or maybe you just want to hurry so you can see the attractive stranger again.
“I don’t really like this one that much. Kinda boring.” Nicole admits sounding defeated.
“That’s the one, Nic! It’s long enough and it isn’t see through.” Dean replies thrilled that this is fucking over.
“I look lame, Dad.”
“No. You look like a nice, respectable girl who listens to her father.” Dean adds making his daughter groan.
Giggling softly, you exit your dressing room and the sight before you makes you grin. You see a relieved father and an unhappy daughter. Poor thing.
“I really like that dress! You look so grownup.” You boast pulling a huge smile from the teenager.
“Really?” She replies surprised.
“Totally. Add some heels and jewelry. Get your hair done. You’ll look awesome.” You assure her with a nod and she gives you a grateful expression.
“Thanks for that.” The gorgeous man whispers watching his daughter head back into her dressing room.
“No problem. She really does look cute.” You tell him. “I’m Y/N by the way.”
“Dean.” He tells you with a panty dropping smile.
“So how can I repay you, beautiful?” He asks with a gleam in his eye.
“I have a few ideas.” You chuckle biting your bottom lip.
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