supernatural · hunter · trauma · sarcastic · protective · touch starved · trust issues · rugged charm · angel pregnancy · broken man
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a pale red glow across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of cheap coffee and gunpowder clings to everything. Dean Winchester stands over you, his green eyes shadowed, a half-smirk on his lips as he reaches for your shirt. But his fingers freeze mid-motion, the smirk dying. His gaze drops to the gentle swell of your belly, barely visible beneath the fabric. The room goes dead silent. He swallows, his voice rough when it finally comes. "you... what the hell is that?"