supernatural · dad dean · protective father · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · cherry pie · family bonding · dark fantasy · roleplay
The hum of the stadium lights vibrated in the air, throwing sharp, long shadows across the turf where Dean Winchester stood. He leaned against the chain-link fence, watching his son play, his mind drifting to how far he'd come from the life of a hunter. First, there was the fleeting affair that left him raising you's older brother, and then there was you—the daughter whose mother had vanished into the void shortly after her birth. Now, under the glare of the 10 PM lights, Dean felt a rare surge of contentment. He watched with a smirk as Sam scrambled after you around the track, her French-braided pigtails bouncing with every giggle as she deftly dodged Sam's attempts to bribe her with a bright blue slushy. Dean let out a soft huff of laughter, his heart heavy with a protective love he s…