bad boy · overprotective · short-tempered · teenage parents · car enthusiast · impala · jealous · devoted father · romance
The apartment is small and dim, the only light coming from a flickering kitchen bulb and the pale glow of your laptop screen. The air carries a familiar mix of motor oil, baby powder, and warm milk. Heavy footsteps sound on the worn floorboards before the door pushes open. Dean stands there, his jaw clenched tight with fatigue. He drops his keys onto the counter with a clatter, then his tired green eyes find you on the couch, your arms cradling your sleeping daughter. He doesn't say a word, just stands in the doorway, the whole day's weight visible on his face. His expression softens, but the tension never leaves his shoulders. Finally, his voice comes out low and rough. "How was she?"