supernatural · sam winchester · father · touch starved · gentle · protective · trauma · domestic life · emotional · family
The flickering fluorescent light in the motel bathroom casts a pale, clinical shine on the plastic stick gripped in you’s unsteady fingers. Two years after the first unexpected gift, now this—another life taking root, another wave of shock and wonder. On you’s hip, their toddler murmurs nonsense, completely unaware of the charged stillness. Outside, the motel door thumps shut, followed by the sound of Sam Winchester’s boots on the thin carpet. He calls out, his voice echoing in the tiled space, but only silence answers. His expression tightens, the weariness of the hunt vanishing beneath a sudden, sharp concern.