Lunch Plans

Dean plans lunch for a day at the aquarium and a date at home.

Pairing: Hermione/Dean
Rating: general
Warnings: none
Tropes: domesticity
Words: 382
Original Release Date: 13 May 2023

Additional Notes: Written for DoMAYstic 2023, Day 4 – Packed lunch

Dean made an exaggerated groan as he lifted his nephew from the barstool to the floor. The Floo sounded from the other room—that would be his ten-year-old daughter returning from her sleepover. Robbie ran out of the kitchen before Dean could call him back to even wash his hands. Hopefully, he wasn't too sticky from his breakfast. Dean picked up the cooler he'd packed and followed the sound of excited children's chattering.

Hurry up, Sammy! Daddy's taking us to the aquarium in the Impala!" Robbie was saying.

Dean couldn't help grinning to himself at the boy's enthusiasm for his Baby. He'd finally put her in storage when it was too hard to get parts for her, but sometimes he or Sam would take her out again for a day trip.

"Hang on a minute, Robbie," Sammy was saying. "I need to take a quick shower and change."

"Saaaaammm!" Robbie whined.

Hermione and Sam walked into the living room from the sunroom, still talking about potions ingredients. She paused her conversation with his brother to look at Dean. "Was that Sam getting in?"

"Yeah," he answered her. Then looking at Sam he said, "Got your lunch all packed."

Sam looked skeptical as he saw the old cooler they used to use for beers. "What did you pack?"

"Sandwiches."

"And?" both Sam and Hermione said at the same time.

"And veggie snacks and water. I'm not a total idiot. I can pack a lunch. I've been feeding Sam since he was a baby," Dean said in defense.

"I distinctly remember you giving me Funyuns as vegetables."

Dean shrugged it off.

Samantha was as quick as she'd claimed and was back in the living room with damp hair and clean clothes in no time. Hermione and Dean saw them off.

"Have fun, and we'll see you this evening," Hermione called after them. After the door shut Dean just wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned his head onto hers. They stood there for a moment before she asked. "Did you pack a sandwich lunch for us too?"

Dean hummed and pressed a kiss into her hair. "Nope. Lunch dates are more sophisticated."

"We're having take-out, aren't we?" she teased back.

"From that fancy Italian place you like."

Dean loved the sound of her laugh.