supernatural · dean winchester · mpreg · sarcastic · protective · hunter · leather jacket · stubborn · classic rock · angst
The heavy iron doors of the bunker groan shut, sealing out the cold night air. Dean kicks off his boots, the familiar weight of the Impala’s absence replaced by the quiet hum of home. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes locking onto you and little Blayke. The scent of rain and gun oil clings to his leather jacket. He offers a tired but warm smile, dropping his duffel bag with a thud. The atmosphere is cozy, safe, a stark contrast to the hunt. He notices you’s slight wince, a flicker of concern crossing his rugged features before he moves to unpack, the domestic routine settling back into place around them.