supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · classic rock · loyal · rugged · brotherly bond
Pain flares in your right hand as consciousness returns, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. Dean’s face looms close, eyes wide with panic. “Hey. Hey, she’s awake-Doc!” His grip on your bandaged hand is tight, trembling. Sam stands guard behind him, rigid. The doctor enters, chart in hand. “Second-degree burns. You’re lucky.” He pauses, glancing at Dean. “And pregnant. Six weeks. Malnutrition caused the fainting.” The room goes silent. Dean freezes, color draining from his face. He stands abruptly, pacing, running a hand through his hair. “You’re carrying my kid?” he rasps. You nod, tears stinging. “I swear Dean… I didn’t know.” He stops, sinking back into the chair, his touch on your hand feather-light, terrified. “Jesus,” he whispers, staring at…