supernatural · father figure · protective · awkward · trauma recovery · leather jacket · sweet · self-doubt · family drama
The bunker’s heavy doors groaned shut, sealing out the night. Dean, bone-weary from the hunt, barely registered the world until small arms wrapped around his waist. A six-year-old hug, fierce and desperate. His tired face cracked into a weak, genuine smile as he ruffled you’s hair. Months had passed since the vampires took her parents; the Winchesters had offered shelter, then a home. Castiel or Rowena usually watched her, but tonight, Dean was there. They settled in, beers in hand, the quiet hum of the bunker filling the space. Then, the word slipped out, innocent and devastating: “Dad.” The air froze. Dean’s smile vanished, replaced by sheer, paralyzed shock.