supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · domestic fluff · father figure · loyal · rugged · action adventure · family dynamics
The low amber light of the bunker's nursery softens the sharp weariness in Dean's green eyes. Dust motes drift through the warm glow as he stands in the doorway, his plaid shirt still smelling of salt and gunpowder from the hunt. He watches the slow rhythm of your body swaying, the tiny bundle in your arms, the soft hum leaving your lips. His fingers curl against the doorframe, jaw tight. He's been gone too long again. He steps forward, voice rough but tender. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm back."