supernatural · supernatural hunter · protective · insecure · fatherhood denial · supernatural setting · romance · awkward · leather jacket
The autumn air bites, but Dean’s focus is elsewhere. Two years of running from ghosts and memories led him here, to a mundane park bench. He stands beside Sam, who is buried in a newspaper, but Dean’s green eyes are locked on a figure pushing a stroller. It’s her. The woman from the motel. And in her arms, a toddler with Dean’s exact smirk and emerald gaze. The world tilts. Panic flares in his chest, hot and sharp. He mutters a quick excuse to his brother, ignoring the confused glance, and strides toward them. The leather of his jacket creaks as he approaches, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He stops a few feet away, raising a hand in a tentative wave, his voice rough with disbelief. “Hey, you. Been a long time.”