"I object to believe that my own son isn't what the ladies are running after," Dean argued with you while he wiped the washed dishes.

You rolled your eyes, "Dean come on, You know that he's been introverted since a child. He never liked going out for fun, unless he was with you or me, or a friend of his. [y/s/n] just isn't into the whole chasing love like you. He barely has any friends."

"Now stop criticising our son, he's not that socially awkward," Dean furrowed his eyebrows and you sighed.

"Of course I'm not criticising our son, I'm just saying... He isn't like how you used to be, that's all. It's a fact, his teachers tell us about his attitude," You told, "You were like those jocks... [y/s/n] treats school as the place it is, a place to learn."

Dean huffed, unable to accept that his thirteen year old boy was the complete opposite of him. How is that possible? Isn't he his son?!

Though Dean sometimes forgets that everyone's different, you don't have to be like a family member to be related. He doesn't have to look any further than to his own brother (who loves anything healthy countering Dean's love for burgers and pie).

"No but seriously, you haven't heard of him having any crushes?" Dean asked you and your shrugged your shoulders.

"Like I said, he barely has friends, much less girl ones or guys... if he swings both ways," You trailed off, smiling slightly, "Anyways, he focuses on his work and not social acceptance, that's what I know."

Dean wiped his hands with a cloth and took a breath, leaning on the counter. "If you're so curious,why don't you talk to him? In a discreet manner of course, and don't be nosy!" You squinted at him, giving him a warning with your expressions.

He chuckled then kissed your nose. "I'll see, but you can't tell me that you're not curious as well," He raised his eyebrows and smirked at you, making you shake your head and laugh.

Dean took a French fry from the pile on a plate then went over to the couch and sat to watch some TV.

You continued to make chicken sandwiches, thinking about Dean's words. Younger Dean was just so... He could make you feel aroused with just a look.

But your son doesn't lack in anything. He's smart, considerate and passionate about the things he loves. He loves playing video games, cards and beating his dad at sports. In the looks department, he eerily looks like a mini Dean so he's got it covered.

[y/s/n] just isn't... the ladies man his dad was, or at least thought he was.

You chuckled at that thought. You missed those days with Dean, hunting for your lives and hust doing anything you could to have a good time, whether it be bowling or pool, or driving into the woods and spending ours laying next to each other and watching the stars.

*****

"I knew it! Ha, I KNEW IT!" Dean cheered and stuck his tongue out to you, "My son... I'm proud of him."

You rolled your eyes and watched him with annoyance, "Great, he's human and he has feelings. What progress!" The sarcasm was so strong that Dean nudged you away from him.

"Now all I need to do is gear him up and let him understand what love is-"

You grabbed Dean's shirt and pushed him back a little, "Honey you're not going to interfere with his behaviour or his attitude alright? Let him... bloom on his own."

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, "How did you find out about his crush on Lydia anyways?"

Dean grinned slightly, "I... heard him mention her name, and him talking to a friend about her, asking about her schedule huh? And she's one of those popular girls so why wouldn't my son have good taste?"

You crossed your arms and scanned him from bottom to top, "Who are you?" He loved closer to you and brought you closer to him by your waist.

"I'm just a man... a father who's taken an interest in my son's education-"

"Education huh? Is that really it?" You licked your lips, a grin curling on your lips. "Yeah it's exactly that, would you like to point it somewhere else?" He said huskily, as his hands moved down your sides to your ass.

You held his hands tightly, widening your eyes. "We're I'm the living room, not here," You whispered and he chuckled.

"And why not?"

You punched him lightly in the gut then walked away. You swayed your hips as you walked into the kitchen and he watched your every step.

"Lunch will he ready in half an hour," You told and he nodded. [y/s/n] peaked into the living room, wanting help from his father for something but not having enough confidence in himself.

"Uh... D-Dad?"

Dean turned to find his son standing there, looking for some help. "What's up sport?" Dean asked, walking up to him with a smile.

"I wanted to ask you about something... personal."

*****

"Okay so she's right there, and you know what to do right?" Dean said, turning the car off. His son shook his head, "N-No I can't... I'm not doing this, I'm not worth it. She's so cool and pretty and I'm just-"

"If you say you don't have the looks, son... I'm your dad and this is as best as looks can get," He gestured to his face and your son sighed.

"[y/s/n]... You can do this alright? You're such a wonderful person, no girl would push you off," Dean explained, "Just ask your mother, girls love guys who genuinely care and listen, and give their undivided attention. Can you do that?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Great! Now go before you give up your chance!" Dean opened the passenger seat door and nudged your son out.

"Take a deep breath, look her in the eyes and then ask her," Dean reminded and his son started to walk away after nodding.

"No no no, wait! Talk to her first, get to know her a little then ask her about going to watch a movie or something," Dean added quickly and [y/s/n] took a deep breath.

Dean watched his son walk towards the benches in the park, he comes here everyday to practice catching with his father but today he was going in alone.

Dean smiled, looking out the window and observing his son as he talked to Lydia, who was sitting on one of the swings, having a raspberry slush.

"H-Hi Lydia, I didn't know you come to this park," [y/s/n] said and she smiled. "Hey [y/s/n], I'm here to babysit my six year old brother. My mom had to go to work," Lydia explained, "How are you doing?"

"I'm... good, what about you?" [y/s/n] sat beside Lydia, on the next swing. "I'm great, I'm guessing you like coming to the park. What do you do here?" Lydia asked.

"I just... I play baseball and football."

"Really? That's... pretty cool [y/s/n]."

Dean smiled and got out of the car, walking to the nearby hotdog stand but never removing his gaze from his son.

"That's my boy," He mumbled and smiled, ordering a beef hotdog with ketchup and mustard with pickles.