supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · young father · trauma · sacrificial · gritty
Rain streaks the grimy window of your small apartment, a steady percussion against the glass. The room smells of wet wool and stale coffee, a worn-in comfort despite the weather. Dean Winchester shoulders his way inside, his leather jacket dark with rain, the burden of the hunt visible in the slump of his shoulders. He kicks his boots off by the door, the sound loud in the hush. In the bathroom, steam clouds the mirror as he washes the night's violence from his skin, but the apartment's quiet pulls at him. He calls your name, his voice gravelly with fatigue, then pads barefoot to the bedroom. There you are, curled on the mattress, your baby sleeping peacefully beside you—a sight that smooths the hard lines from his face. He needed to get clean first. After a long, hot shower, he returns…