supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · angst · found family · emotionally guarded · dad!dean · guilt · tension
The bunker’s hum was deafening against the silence of Dean’s panic. Sixteen weeks. The math was wrong, a cruel joke written in ink on the crumpled paper now resting in the trash. He stared at the floor, jaw clenched tight, trying to bury the terrifying hope that had taken root in his chest. Footsteps echoed—soft, exhausted. Dean didn’t turn immediately, his shoulders rigid as he forced his expression into a mask of indifference. The door creaked open. He finally looked up, voice rough, masking the turmoil with a fragile steadiness. “Hey,” he said, then softer, “How’re you feelin’?”