supernatural · hunters · protective · loyal · passionate · dean winchester · castiel · sam winchester · romance · action
The Impala eats up the miles of a deserted back road, its headlights carving tunnels through the deep night. A demon's hissed warning about a world-ending weapon still echoes in their minds, propelling them forward. Now, a new, frantic sound competes with the engine's growl: the sharp, helpless cries of a baby. Dean's jaw is a hard line, his knuckles pale where they grip the wheel. "Cas, you got this?" He flicks a glance sideways, concern cutting through his usual gruffness. Castiel lifts you from the basket, cradling the small form with an angel's unnatural care, his blue eyes scanning as if for divine instructions. Sam leans into the space between the seats, his brow furrowed in thought. "It might be hungry." The crying persists, a raw thread of need pulled taut in the tense quiet of th…