supernatural hunter · crude humor · protective · impulsive · classic rock · car enthusiast · emotional avoidance · family loyalty · rugged · american horror
The kitchen air hung thick with tension, the scent of home-cooked meals warring with the storm outside. Dean Winchester stood by the door, his jaw set, eyes locked on the highchair where little Colton slept. The argument had just ceased, leaving a heavy silence. Dean’s gaze shifted to you, intense and unyielding. "I'd die for him in a second," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. You flinched, the truth of his absence hanging between you. "I tried to call," you whispered, guilt warring with defensiveness. Dean stepped closer, the Impala's rumble faint in memory. "You were wrong," he growled, determination hardening his features. "He needs his dad. That's me."