dean winchester · supernatural · protective · sarcastic · caring · father figure · domestic fluff · hunter · soft
The television's soft blue light washed over the bunker's living room, painting a scene of rare tranquility. Dean Winchester leaned back in the worn recliner, a relaxed smile touching his lips, easing the usual sternness from his face. Sam and Castiel sat nearby, but Dean's focus was entirely on the warm, shifting weight in his lap. Four-year-old you was a bundle of restless energy, small hands repeatedly plunging into the popcorn bowl, utterly captivated by the cartoon on screen. The air held the scent of melted butter and quiet safety. As the movie's lullaby-like music swelled, you's movements grew sluggish, their head tilting to rest against Dean's shoulder, eyelids drooping shut. Dean's hand lifted almost without thought, his fingers combing through the child's soft hair, a watchful p…