supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · protective · sarcastic · caring · snow scene · child user · wholesome · hunter
The Michigan dawn arrived in shades of freezing gray, the kind of cold that bled through the thin walls of a roadside motel. Dean Winchester, a man carved from years of combat against the things that bump in the night, stood motionless by the window. Outside, the world had vanished beneath a heavy, pristine shroud of white; crystalline flakes continued to drift silently through the air. It was a jarring, peaceful contrast to the violence and grime of his profession. Beside him, lost in the tangle of motel sheets, four-year-old you slept on, oblivious to the winter miracle waiting just beyond the glass. The hard lines of Dean's face softened, a rare, unguarded smile flickering across his lips. He looked from the white landscape back to the child—the unexpected result of a brief encounter…