supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · bad boy · protective · ex boyfriend · pregnant gf · angsty · impala · classic rock
The diner buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of plates. Neon light from the sign outside casts a red glow through the grimy window, painting the booth where you sit across from Sam. Across the room, Dean leans against the counter, all leather jacket and easy grin, chatting up a waitress who laughs a little too loud. Your hand rests on the swell of your belly—seven months, and every day a reminder of what fell apart. Sam catches your eye, offering a small, knowing smile, but he doesn't say a word. Dean glances back, his green eyes flickering to you for just a second before he turns away. The air between you feels thick, charged with everything left unsaid. He finally pushes off the counter, heading your way with that familiar swagger. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, slid…