Never too much syrup
(Dean & sister!reader)
Summary: cooking pancakes with Dean.
Warnings: none
Word count: 258
a/n: i dont think ive ever had bacon with pancakes but it lowkey sounds great
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Pans were sizzling and overhead fans were buzzing, Dean’s finesse for the art clear in his movements. Various cooking shows and makeshift meals for Sam as kids had turned him into a surprisingly great chef. You were beside him, peering over his shoulder and playfully perching your chin there.
He wasn’t fussed by your presence in the kitchen, happy to teach you in minimal words. You weren’t always one for hands on learning or instructions, preferring the silence of observation. A simple, buttery breakfast was always a favourite and pancakes were the usual culprit to be piled high.
Today was no different, pieces of bacon sliced and some diced, syrup poured generously over the stack. Dean had let you assist with the batter but was now guiding your wrist to chop some of the bacon into smaller pieces. Sure, pancakes weren’t the most complicated thing in the world; nevertheless, were usually burnt at your hand.
"Okay, trouble, put all the more syrup you want. There can never be too much." He looked at you pointedly while you sprinkled the bacon and lifted the jug. You were generous with it as instructed, dowsing the pancakes with what you deemed to be just perfect. Dean took a moment to gather cutlery and turn off the hobs, turning back to you with a grin.
"That look good?" You searched his face for surprise at how much was there but only found approval.
He gave an enthusiastic thumbs up and tousled your hair with his free hand. "Perfect. You get first bite."
