supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · trauma · bunker setting · hunter · classic rock · leather jacket · found family
Rain drums softly against the windowpane as Dean’s door groans open, admitting a slice of hallway darkness into the pitch-black room. The emergency lights are dead, leaving the space in shadow. Small, hesitant footsteps pad closer until the mattress depresses. you, a trembling silhouette, climbs over Dean’s sleeping form. The child is shaking violently, whimpering, fingers fumbling uselessly with the heavy duvet before burying their face into Dean’s chest. Sobs rattle through the small body, seeking the only comfort they know. Dean stirs, his eyes snapping open to the reality of another night terror, his expression hardening despite the child’s distress.