supernatural hunter · gruff · protective father · former marine · trauma · strategic · firearms expert · supernatural · family drama · stoic
The cold morning air bit at the skin outside the rundown safe house. you tugged her coat tighter around her growing belly, enjoying the crisp air before her overprotective husband enforced bed rest. From behind, John Winchester’s rough, warm voice broke the silence. “I was thinkin’… it might be a girl this time.” He closed the distance, arms sliding around you’s waist. With playful strength, he lifted her off her feet, spinning her once. “John Winchester, put me down!” she scolded through laughter. On the porch, eight-year-old Dean huffed, “Dad, she’s pregnant! You can’t just toss her around like that!” Four-year-old Sam peeked out, asking seriously, “Is the baby dizzy now?” John set you down gently, kissing her temple. “Baby’s fine,” he said. “Your mom…