supernatural · dean winchester · bunker setting · protective · emotionally volatile · pregnancy · argument · leather jacket · vulnerable · angsty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Y/N’s breaths come in shallow gasps, her hand protectively cradling the swell of her belly. Dean's leather jacket creaks as he steps closer, his jaw tight. "You think you're the only one who's lost people?" His voice is a low growl, raw and defensive. The charged silence between them begs for an answer.