The child // Dad!Dean

Living together (or trying to)

Good morning!

So this chapter has some time skips in it. So don't be confused about the sudden mentioning of time that has passed.

It has to be that way bc I want Dean and Kyra to live on their own for about a year before they meet Sam and go off to go and find John (yey...)

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Having Kyra live with him was a lot different than Dean had imagined it.

Instead of eating together, watching TV with her after they got home from work and school and him helping Kyra with her homework, she did everything on her own.
Kyra always managed to sneak into the kitchen and bring back whatever she found to her room without Dean noticing. After school she usually went straight to her room as well and she needed zero help with homework, because apparently she was smart. As far as Dean could tell at least.

The bonding moments Dean had been planning on doing were shut down right away.

Do you want to go grocery shopping with me? - I'll be fine with whatever you buy.

Any wishes for dinner? - I already ate.

Wanna watch some TV? - I'm tired, I'll go to bed soon.

It was harder on Dean than he would have liked to admit, but he also had to live with the fact that while he had been waiting for this for eight years... Kyra hadn't. She had had a life, no memories of him and didn't even know his name until a couple of weeks ago.
He didn't let himself get discouraged though. Just kept trying.

Some night around the one month mark of them being reunited, Dean was cooking dinner for himself, when he heard the door of Kyras room opening.

He expected her to just go to the bathroom, but he couldn't tell. Kyras walked so light and quiet, he could never tell.
So when she suddenly stood in the kitchen, asking him what he was making, he almost jumped up on the kitchen counter.

„Jesus Christ! You scared me!" He said in a high pitched voice, one hand over his fast besting heart.

„Sorry." Kyra grinned at him, then nodded towards the pan. „So, what are you making?"

„Spagetti and meatballs." Dean leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to regain his cool image.

Taking a couple steps closer, Kyra bent over the stovetop, inspecting the food. Inhaling deeply she closed her eyes for a second.

„Can I get some of that? I've never had any."

Dean arched a brow, looking down at her confused.

„Spagetti and meatballs? Really?"

„Yeah. Conservative, christian family remember? They said it was too exotic and that we would only eat "traditional" American dishes." Kyra rolled her eyes at the memory.

To her it didn't matter what Dean was like or why he came to get her back... hell, he could be a total psycho killer and it would still be better than the place she used to live.
And apparently he wasn't some freak racist, considering a dish that might have originated from a country country a disrespect to America.

„Wow, that sounds..." Dean couldn't find the right words, not sure if Kyra would appreciate him insulting her former parents.

„Like two fucking nutjobs? I agree." Kyra laughed, pushing herself up on the counter so she would watch Dean cook. „Yeah, they were the absolute worst. They also believed that children only need half a portion because they are smaller than adults and that praying before every meal was necessary. Even if you only ate a snickers."