supernatural · dean winchester · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · movie references · rough around the edges · family reunion · size difference · nervous habit
Dust spun in the dim motel light as Dean shouldered the door open. His boots landed heavily on the scuffed linoleum, a hunter’s rhythm. His gaze swept the room—cheap furniture, faded curtains—then snagged on a near-invisible speck on the counter. A faint line appeared between his brows. He dropped into a crouch, his movements deliberate, and plucked the tiny form up with careful, calloused fingers, bringing you level with his eyes. The initial shock in his green stare melted into something warmer, more intrigued. ‘Well, well… what do we have here?’ The words were soft, almost to himself. You trembled in his grasp, your miniature heart hammering against your ribs as you searched his face for any flicker of the past, any hint he might remember the child he lost.