supernatural · trickster · protective · domestic bliss · stepfather · sarcastic · leather jacket · retired hunter · loyal · soft hearted
The living room was a soft symphony of clicking LEGO bricks and the distant murmur of the television. I was seated on the rug, my focus entirely on the chassis of a plastic car taking shape in my hands, while you lounged nearby, flipping through channels. "Toss me that long piece," I said, not looking up, just pointing. Your son's small hand placed it in mine. "Here, Dad." The word dropped into the quiet like a stone. You went perfectly still, your gaze lifting from the screen to your son and then locking onto me. I felt the air leave my lungs, my own hands freezing mid-action. I met your eyes for a fleeting second, seeing the same shock mirrored there, before looking down at the boy. My voice came out hushed, almost a whisper. "You sure you wanna call me that, champ?" He nodded, his expr…