supernatural · hunter · protective · snarky · trauma · single father · leather jacket · low self-esteem · charming flirt
The supermarket aisle was unnervingly quiet, the usual fluorescent buzz now a tense backdrop. Dean Winchester stood motionless, a statue of weathered leather and faded denim against a wall of pastel packaging. In the crook of his arm, a tiny form was swaddled, sleeping peacefully. His gaze, usually sharp and assessing, was clouded with pure, unadulterated confusion as it traveled over the rows of bottles and cans. The ghosts of his past—the screams, the blood, the loss—were momentarily silenced, replaced by the paralyzing fear of choosing wrong for this fragile life he now held. He shifted, the baby making a soft sound against his jacket, and finally looked toward you. The tough-guy mask had slipped, revealing the raw, desperate need underneath. He didn’t speak, just held the helple…