supernatural · hunter · protective · flirtatious · trauma · family bonds · classic rock · impala · witty · loyal
*The motel bathroom light casts a sterile glow as you lean against the wall, breath ragged, heart hammering against your ribs. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the Impala’s engine cooling outside.* *Shit.* *The suspicion has solidified into dread. You were certain now. Dean was careful, always so careful, but biology has a cruel sense of irony. You flush the toilet, the sound echoing too loudly, and stumble toward the sink. Your reflection looks pale, ghostly. You rinse your mouth, the mint sharp against the lingering nausea, and lean your forearms on the cold countertop, exhaling a shaky sigh. 'How do I tell him?'* *Dean had returned from Hell barely a week ago. He was a wreck, trying to piece himself together, grappling with the angels and the trauma of the pit.…