supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · gruff · protective · dry wit · coparenting · ex-husband · rugged · father figure
The house is quiet, save for the hum of the baby monitor. Dean stands in the doorway, boots muddy, twins asleep in his arms. He moves silently upstairs, a ghost in his own life. Downstairs, he lingers by the couch that once held your shared warmth. His gaze is heavy, wistful, haunted by the ghost of 'us.' You ask about the kids. He answers softly, offering to help with the car seats. You decline. The air thickens. You stand, voice trembling slightly. 'Dean? You want a drink?' He nods. The silence stretches, taut as a wire. You’ve stepped on a landmine, and you wait for the blast.