A/N: So hi. It has been quite a while. But here I am with this little beauty. I'm just kidding. Just for reference, Hana is always my OC paired with Dean, Ally is always the Winchester's sister, and if you want to PM me with requests, I will be more than happy to oblige if I have knowledge of the fandom.

My Little Cinnamon Roll

Warnings: One suggestive comment, teensy bit of swearing

Hana's POV

"Yay!" I cheered, running a bit ahead of Dean and Sam. They wore nearly identical grins as they chuckled at me. I ignored their amused gazes and charged into the bakery.
The door was closed and I was halfway to the counter before the two bums caught up.
Dean rolled his eyes at my hopeful perk up, but I could see him fighting back a smile.
I pranced happily to the register. A pleasant-looking older woman was behind the counter. She seemed to be uplifted by my childlike demeanor. "What can I help you with?"
Dean's hands on my waist made me jump, but I couldn't find it in myself to be mad at him. Not when I was surrounded by all these glorious treats.
"We'll take a half dozen donuts to go," Dean stated politely, but shortly all the same. I frowned.
"And a cinnamon roll for here!" I piped up, meeting Dean's confused and somewhat pissed face with a happy-go-lucky grin.
The woman's mouth twitched at the corners. "Alright. That'll be… $6.73." Dean grabbed his wallet and swiped his frauded credit card.
He obviously wasn't happy with me for butting in and making this longer than it needed to be, but I didn't truly care.
As we sat, Sam squirmed in discomfort. He clearly did not want to be in the middle of Dean and I's inevitable spat, so I suggested, "Hey, Sam. I heard that there's a new gym that just opened down the street. Why don't you go check it out? This might take a while."
He nodded gratefully and took off. His footsteps had faded by the time the door swung closed.
I edged a bit closer to Dean and set my head on his shoulder. He kept his eyes forward, bitchface on full force as he ignored me.
I pouted. "C'mon, you can't really be all that mad. The cinnamon rolls here are amazing!"
A smirk started to stretch over Dean's face. He tried to fight it, but with a little nuzzle of my nose right under his jaw, he gave in.
"Fine. But, you know, they're not the best."
I tilted my head to the side in confusion, like a dog might. "What do you mean, you meanie? You can't do any better!" I smacked his arm lightly.
A deep chuckle spilled from his mouth. Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms, his brightening cheek right against mine. "I love you, Hana," he laughed.
I bit my lip slightly. Dean was a man of few words. He usually showed his feelings through actions, not eloquent speeches.
"I love you, too," I giggled back, the scruff from his stubble tickling me just a bit.
We sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, until the woman walked up with our order. We proceeded to break apart and scooch away from each other as if we were a couple of teenagers caught making out by their parents. She smiled at us with the look that older people give young couples, said, "Enjoy, you two," and walked off.
Dean tried to get comfy again, but I was busy stuffing my face with the still-warm cinnamon roll. I moaned and closed my eyes as the taste hit my tongue.
"God, babe, don't do that in public."
I laughed loudly at Dean's request, only to cover my mouth with my hand as I realized there was still chewed food that was surely not flattering.
Dean's smile was back on his face. He leaned in, kissed my ear lobe gingerly, and whispered, "You're my cute little cinnamon roll."
"Just cute?"
"Fine. You're super sexy."
I laughed. "That's more like it, tough guy."