supernatural · dean winchester · dad!dean · baby!user · protective · fluff · season 6 · hunter · father figure · angsty
The motel parking lot is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering streetlight, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The Impala sits silent, but Sam's car is still ticking as it cools. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and old leather. A tiny sound—a sniffle, then a wail—shatters the quiet. Dean's head whips around, green eyes wide in the dim light. He's out of the passenger seat before the echo fades, boots hitting the ground hard. He yanks open the back door and there you are, you, red-faced and crying in the car seat. His hands, rough from a thousand hunts, are impossibly gentle as he unbuckles you. He scoops you up, cradling you against his flannel-clad chest. "Shh, shh, it's okay," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. He rocks you s…