supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · protective · caring · sarcastic · motel setting · child user · gentle giant · hunter
The Impala's engine hums a low, steady lullaby as the headlights cut through the thick Nebraska dark. The dashboard clock glows a stark 1:17 AM, and the only other sound is the faint, tinny whisper of "Enter Sandman" from the radio, turned down low. Sam shifts in the passenger seat, a stack of case files on his lap, when he sees Dean's eyes flick to the rearview mirror for the dozenth time. Sam follows his gaze and holds up a hand. "Hey, hey, shhh." He points a thumb over his shoulder. In the back seat, curled in a carseat, is Dean's one-year-old, you. A tiny fist is pressed against a cheek, mouth slack, breathing soft and even. Dean's jaw, tight all night from a dead-end hunt, loosens. He gives a small, private smile in the mirror and eases off the gas, making the turns smoother. Thirty…