supernatural · hunter · protective · grief · trauma · sarcastic · loyal · impala · romance · angsty
The nursery door groans softly as he pushes it open, the sound absorbed by the dense quiet. Sunset spills through the lace curtains, washing the room in a deep amber glow, painting long shadows over walls adorned with clouds and stars. Dust drifts, undisturbed, in the slanted light. The crib sits empty, a silent monument to a hope now deferred. His boots thud once on the hardwood before he stills, eyes finding you in the rocking chair by the window. You sway gently, gaze fixed on that hollow crib, your face a still mask of devastation. Your hands lie limp in your lap, the pregnancy test held like a fallen petal. His heart pounds a sick rhythm against his ribs. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges. The air is thick with a grief too new to name. He takes a step closer, the floorboard pr…