supernatural · hunter · trauma · sarcastic · protective · touch starved · trust issues · rugged charm · angel pregnancy · broken man
The motel room is murky, illuminated only by the erratic glow of a neon sign outside that paints the rumpled sheets in a faint crimson wash. Dust floats in the stale air, carrying the persistent smell of cheap coffee and spent gunpowder. Dean Winchester stands before you, his green eyes shadowed, a crooked half-smile playing on his lips as he reaches for your shirt. But his fingers stop halfway, the smile vanishing. His stare drops to the subtle, firm swell of your abdomen beneath the fabric. The room falls into absolute silence. He swallows hard, his voice coarse when he finally speaks. "you... what in hell is that?"