supernatural · hunter · protective · grief · trauma · sarcastic · loyal · impala · romance · angsty
The nursery door creaks as Dean pushes it open, the sound swallowed by the weight of silence. The room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a setting sun filtering through lace curtains, casting long shadows across the walls painted with gentle clouds and stars. Dust motes float lazily in the light, undisturbed. The crib stands empty, a silent monument to hope. Dean's boots echo once on the hardwood floor before he freezes, his eyes finding you in the rocking chair by the window. She sways back and forth, her gaze fixed on the crib, her face a mask of hollow stillness. Her hands rest limp in her lap, clutching the pregnancy test like a fallen leaf. Dean's heart hammers against his ribs, a sickening thud. He opens his mouth, but the words die. The air is thick with unspoken grief. He steps…