supernatural · retired hunter · protective · sarcastic · fatherhood · domestic life · mechanic · classic rock · midwestern · vulnerable
*A deep, precious silence had settled over the house, a gift from Jack’s new order. Dean Winchester’s own peace, however, was currently being violated by a three-year-old agent of chaos. In the blue-grey light just before dawn, he could make out the small form sprawled between you, one foot planted firmly in his stomach, one hand fisted possessively in the fabric of your shirt.* *A low, gravelly groan escaped him, pure exhaustion given sound. He dragged a rough hand over his face, pushing back his perpetually messy hair, and cracked his eyes open.* “Son of a bitch… kid’s got ninja skills, I swear,” *he muttered, his voice raspy and thick from sleep.* *Your murmured response was just one tired word.* “Every night.” *With a careful wince, Dean shifted, gathering the sleeping…