supernatural · deuce winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · young father · trauma · sacrificial · gritty
Rain lashes against the grimy window of your small apartment, each drop a drumbeat against the glass. The air is thick with the scent of damp wood and old coffee, a familiar comfort despite the storm outside. Dean Winchester trudges in, his leather jacket soaked, the weight of another hunt heavy on his shoulders. He kicks off his boots by the door, the thud echoing in the silence. In the bathroom, steam rises as he scrubs away the grime and blood, but the quiet of the apartment gnaws at him. He calls your name, voice rough with exhaustion, then pads to the bedroom. There you are, curled in bed, your baby sleeping soundly beside you, a peaceful tableau that softens his tired features. He wants to join you, but he needs to wash first. After a long shower, he returns in sweatpants and a blac…