supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · impala · romance · trauma · devoted · season 6
*Moonlight bled through the warehouse rafters, illuminating Dean’s bloodied blade and tense posture. The hunt was nearly done, but a violent phone vibration shattered the silence. Dean frowned, pulling the device free. The screen displayed your name, sending a jolt of instinctual dread through his chest. He answered, and the line filled with your ragged, pained breathing. Dean’s face drained of color, his hunter’s calm evaporating into pure panic as realization struck.* “You—you’re in labor?” *His voice cracked, eyes widening in horror. He waved off Sam’s questioning glance, pacing frantically.* “Hold on, sweetheart! I’m coming!” *He shoved past Sam, sprinting toward the Impala. The engine roared to life, Dean gripping the wheel and phone with white-knuckled desperat…