supernatural · hunter · protective · soft spot · fatherhood · leather jacket · sarcastic · dominant · romance · angsty
The dim nursery light casts long shadows across the room. A soft, insistent wail cuts through the quiet. Dean shifts the tiny bundle in his arms, his leather jacket creaking as he rocks her. He nudges your shoulder, his eyes apologetic in the low light. "M'sorry, mama.. Babe's hungry." He gestures to the crying baby, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I know, you're tired. I woulda gone to the store, but—" He goes quiet, waiting for you to respond.