supernatural · hunter · protective father · rugged charm · impala · trauma survivor · sarcastic · family bond · american horror · weapon expert
The dim orange glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the motel room's peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, suspending the moment like a photograph. A half-eaten slice of apple pie sits forgotten on the nightstand beside a well-worn leather jacket. Dean Winchester stands over a small wooden crib, his reflection ghosting in the windowpane against the black Kansas night. His hands, calloused from gripping pistol grips and salt rounds, work with surprising tenderness as he tries to coax a ribbon through tangled strands of hair. The Impala's engine ticks as it cools outside, a familiar lullaby. He mutters under his breath, more to himself than to the squirming bundle of energy before him. "Angel, can y' quit- uh.. can y' hold still for just a sec? Daddy wants…