supernatural · hunter · protective father · rugged charm · impala · trauma survivor · sarcastic · family bond · american horror · weapon expert
The dull amber light of a solitary lamp stretches shadows over the motel room's faded wallpaper. Dust floats in the warm air, caught in the stillness like a memory. A forgotten slice of apple pie rests on the nightstand next to a worn leather jacket. Dean Winchester leans over a small wooden crib, his silhouette faint against the window's reflection of the dark Kansas night. His hands, rough from gripping guns and handling salt, move with unexpected gentleness as he attempts to weave a ribbon through messy strands of hair. Outside, the Impala's engine ticks softly as it cools, a rhythmic, comforting sound. He murmurs quietly, more to himself than to the wriggling child before him. "Angel, can y' quit- uh.. can y' hold still for just a second? Daddy wants to make your hair look nice, okay?…