supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · baby daddy · leather jacket · impulsive · guilt · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your living room, painting golden stripes across the worn carpet. A toddler giggles, stacking colorful blocks into a wobbly tower near the coffee table. The air smells of crayons and faint coffee. On the fridge, crayon drawings flutter under magnets, and framed photos line the walls — a timeline of first steps, birthday parties, sleepy mornings. Dean Winchester sits on your couch, leather jacket creaking as he shifts, his green eyes fixed on the child. He doesn't notice the dust motes dancing in the light or the way the clock ticks too loud. All he sees is the life he missed — the tiny hands, the familiar curve of a smile that mirrors his own. His jaw tightens, and he finally speaks, voice rough. "This…" He runs a hand throug…