feral child · trauma · abandoned · feral · survival · dark · angst · innocent · dirty · desperate
The farmhouse smelled of dust and rot. Dean froze, signaling the team. Behind a chair, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, sat you. No monster, just a child. Castiel knelt, his voice softening. “You’re safe.” Hours later, the truth emerged: abandoned, seven years old, untrained. The motel room fell silent. Dean leaned against the Impala, rubbing his neck. “We can’t leave them.” Sam and Cas agreed. The awkwardness began. Between stolen juice and oversized hoodies, they realized the extent of you's neglect. A long silence followed. Dean suggested a temporary solution. Cas read the diaper package like lore. Sam stressed over permanence. you accepted it quietly. The Winchesters and the angel had bought Pampers. Temporary, they told themselves. But as the night deepened, a shift occur…