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Part 32 of Our love story is full of pain, grief, happiness and healing
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Can Your Love Make the Withered Flowers in My Heart Bloom?

Chapter 2: He Looks at You Like You’re Dessert

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The café smelled like cinnamon and honey, the warmth of the ovens filling the small space as Dean worked behind the counter. His hands moved on autopilot—rolling out pie dough, dusting flour from his apron.

But his mind? That was an absolute mess.

Cas had said he "wouldn’t be opposed" to dating. What the hell did that even mean?

“Mom, you’re ruining that crust.”

Dean blinked, realizing that his fingers had been pressing too hard into the dough. He looked up to see Claire standing by the counter, arms crossed, her usual knowing smirk plastered across her face.

Dean sighed dramatically. “Oh, forgive me, oh wise one. Clearly, I need your professional insight on pie-making.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “You’re just distracted.”

Dean wiped his hands on a towel, narrowing his eyes at her. “And why am I distracted, Claire?”

Claire popped a piece of pie crust into her mouth. “Because Mr. Novak is in love with you, and you’re just now realizing it.”

Dean nearly died.

“Excuse me?!” He grabbed a dish towel and threw it at her, but Claire dodged effortlessly, cackling.

“You heard me.” She leaned against the counter. “I mean, it’s painfully obvious, mom. You two flirt all the time—”

“We do not.”

“You literally just made heart-eyes at him this morning.”

Dean groaned, rubbing his temples. “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure Cas doesn’t think about me like that.”

Claire gave him a deadpan stare. “Mom, he calls you ‘Dean’ in that deep Alpha voice, he shows up every morning for coffee even though you know he has one of those fancy machines at home, and he looks at you like you’re a damn dessert.”

Dean turned red. “You need to stop hanging out with Emma.”

Claire grinned. “Emma agrees with me.”

Dean groaned. “Of course she does.”

Claire popped another piece of pie crust into her mouth. “So, when are you gonna ask him out?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’ve got so much faith in me, don’t you?”

Claire smirked. “Mom, I know you. You like Cas. He likes you. Emma and I already decided you’re endgame, so can you two just make it official already?”

Dean sighed, but deep down, his heart warmed. Claire had always been his fiercest supporter, always choosing him over Lisa, always making him feel like he was enough.

He reached across the counter, ruffling her hair. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

Claire grinned. “And you’re stalling.”

Before Dean could come up with a retort, the café door swung open—and in walked Cas.

Oh, shit.