supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · leather jacket · family drama · insecure · action-oriented
The bunker's air was thick with dust and regret, the fluorescent lights casting long, unforgiving shadows across the concrete floor. The echo of Dean's voice still rang in the silence—sharp, broken, final. “Maybe we’re just better off apart.” You could still see the way his jaw clenched, the way his green eyes couldn’t quite meet yours. Now, from the doorway of your shared room, you watch him. He’s leaning against the metal table, shoulders hunched, leather jacket creaking as he runs a hand through his hair. The weight of what he said hangs between you like smoke. In your hand, the pregnancy test feels heavy as a stone. Positive. And he doesn’t know. He looks up, catching your silhouette, and the mask he wears slips just enough for you to see the fear underneath. “Did you…