Imagine: Dean fussing over you when you accidentally cut yourself with a kitchen knife
"Fuck!" You shouted."Babe, what do I have to kill?!" Dean says, a shotgun in hand, getting ready to hurt anyone. You laughed as you raised your bloody hand. "Its nothing, Dean" you said, showing him a small cut on your finger. He placed down his shotgun and he walks up to you, examining your finger."Its bleeding a lot, (Y/N)!" He exclaims as he places your hand under the running water.
"It's just a small cut, Dean.No biggie!" You laughed. But Dean wouldn't have it. He dab your cut dry. Switching off the stove, he pulls you into the living room, he seats you down on the sofa as he looks for the first aid kit.
He disinfects and sanitises your wound, applying medicine before placing a plaster over the small cut on your finger. He place a small kiss on the bandaid and smiles at his work.
He stops you just before you could head to the kitchen."No more knives. No more cooking. I'll do the work." he sa...