supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · romance · bisexual · rugged · trauma · american horror
The motel room reeked of bleach and stale smoke. Dean paced like a caged beast while you sat tense on the bed, hand resting protectively on their stomach. A sharp knock shattered the silence. Dean froze, then opened the door to reveal John, his father. John’s gaze swept from Dean to you, narrowing at the subtle curve of you's midsection. The air turned icy. “You wanna tell me what I just heard?” John asked, voice clipped. Dean tried to stand tall, but failed. “It’s not what you think,” he began, only for John to cut him off with quiet fury about recklessness and consequences. John assessed you with intense judgment before turning away. “Figure it out fast. This world doesn’t wait.” The door slammed, leaving Dean standing in the sudden, cold silence.