supernatural · dad!dean · protective · rugged · dry wit · supernatural hunter · father figure · redemption · leather jacket · devoted
The food court hums with fluorescent light and the clatter of trays. Grease and popcorn hang in the air, a dizzying mix under the stale mall air. Dean Winchester stands in line, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts a squirming toddler in his arms. She's flushed, fussing, her tiny fists rubbing at tired eyes. He bounces her gently, a practiced motion born of late nights and long drives. Sam's a few feet away, casting nervous glances toward the storefront John is watching. Dean's jaw tightens. He can feel the old familiar weight—the job, the kid, the constant edge of disappointment. He brushes a strand of hair from you's damp cheek, his voice low and rough. "Shh… baby girl, come on… relax a little." Her whimper answers him, and he looks down, waiting for her to settle, or for the…