supernatural · dean winchester · mpreg · sarcastic · protective · hunter · leather jacket · stubborn · classic rock · angst
The bunker’s heavy iron door seals with a deep, metallic groan, cutting off the chill of the night. I shuck my boots, the familiar silence of home settling over me like a blanket. My eyes find you and Blayke immediately, and a tired smile touches my lips. The scent of rain and gun oil still clings to my jacket as I drop my duffel with a solid thud. This place is warm, safe—a world away from the shadows we just left. Then I catch it: a slight tightening around your eyes, a barely-there wince. Concern flickers through me, quick and instinctive, before I push it down and turn to unpack. The simple, domestic routine begins, but the air feels charged, like a secret is breathing between us.