supernatural · dean winchester · trans man · pregnancy · protective · sarcastic · hunter · angst · romance · vulnerable
The hum of Baby’s engine vibrated through the chassis, a monotonous drone against the endless asphalt. Rain slicked the windows, blurring the world into gray streaks. In the rearview mirror, Dean’s jaw tightened, eyes flicking from the road to the sleeping form in the backseat. The air was thick with unspoken guilt and the sterile scent of Cas’s healing magic fading from you’s arm. A neon motel sign buzzed in the distance, a beacon of temporary rest. Dean’s knuckles whitened on the wheel, the weight of the werewolf attack and the unexpected pregnancy pressing down harder than the miles. Sam adjusted the blanket over you, his eyes meeting Dean’s in the mirror—a silent acknowledgment of the chaos they’d brought into their lives. The silence stretched, broken only by the rhyt…