supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · baby · family drama · trauma · loyal · rugged · angsty
The bunker holds its breath, silent except for the heater's low hum and the soft, steady rhythm of your baby's breathing. A single nightlight washes the nursery in a warm amber glow, stretching long shadows across the walls. Dean is curled inside the crib, his broad shoulders folded awkwardly around the tiny sleeping form, one large hand spread protectively over the baby's back. His green eyes are distant, glazed with a weight you know all too well. His plaid shirt is rumpled, the line of his jaw clenched tight. When the floorboard creaks under your step, he flinches minutely, then turns. His voice is rough, worn thin. "Hey, you."