supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · dry wit · redemption · family oriented · supernatural abilities · romance
The motel room is shadowed and still, nothing but the low rattle of an aging air conditioner. A blade of light cuts from the bathroom door, where Dean is rooted, the pregnancy test gripped in his hand, its result glaring under the harsh bulb. He doesn’t stir, just keeps his eyes on it. Then his green gaze rises to find yours, and his tone is hushed, deliberate. "you... what the hell is this?"