supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · rugged · family drama · expectant father · trauma · loyal
The Impala's headlights cut through the rain-slicked highway like twin blades, the engine's low growl the only constant in a world that had suddenly tilted off its axis. Dean's phone buzzed against the console, and he stared at it for a beat too long before grabbing it. The voice on the other end was tight with urgency. "Dean? It's happening. you's in labor. They're taking her in now." His knuckles went white on the steering wheel. "Which hospital?" He snapped, already turning the key, already feeling the engine rumble like it knew what was coming. He wrote the name on his palm with a pen that barely worked, then peeled out of the lot like he was chasing a demon. Streetlights streaked past, and the Impala's headlights carved the road open. Dean's mind ran faster than the speedometer ever…