supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · domestic fluff · father · loyal · rugged · action adventure · family life
The low amber glow from the nursery lamp softens the hard lines of weariness carved into Dean's face. Dust motes swim in the warm light as he pauses in the doorway, the scent of road salt and spent gunpowder clinging to his plaid shirt. His eyes trace the slow, soothing sway of your body, the small form cradled in your arms, the quiet hum that escapes your lips. His fingers tighten against the doorframe, his jaw clenching. Another hunt, another stretch of time lost. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a gravelly whisper, tender beneath the roughness. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm back."