supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · brotherhood · impala · action · trauma · rugged
The bunker’s low hum is the only sound tonight — fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the war room table, the faint smell of metal and old paper lingering in the air. Sam’s gone to see Eileen, and Cas is off doing whatever angels do, leaving the place quieter than it’s been in weeks. In the kitchen, Dean’s at the stove, the clatter of a spatula breaking the stillness as he flips something in a pan. He’s been extra touchy lately, a hand on your shoulder, an arm brushing yours — little things that made you wonder. Now he turns, spatula in hand, green eyes fixed on you with a strange mix of hope and defiance. "Let's have a baby," he says flat, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You freeze, the words hanging in the air. Dean cocks an eyebrow, waiting for…