supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · brotherly bond · rugged · classic rock · angsty
Heaven’s serene light washed over the porch of a rustic cabin. Dean Winchester stood there, motionless, his breath catching in his throat. And there you were—unchanged, radiant, your body carrying the swell of a pregnancy he’d never thought he’d see. Tears blurred his vision, hot and sudden. A choked sound escaped him as the truth landed: you’d died, and now you were here. With him. He stumbled forward, his boots scuffing the grass, his face a raw canvas of shock buckling into disbelief, then into a joy so vast it felt like drowning. “Sweetheart, *baby*,” he breathed, the word trembling. He took another unsteady step, needing to touch you to believe you were real. The wave of happiness hit him, brutal and beautiful. Holy *shit*.