supernatural hunter · sarcastic · dark humor · protective · impala owner · bunker setting · pie lover · flirty · emotional depth · supernatural
The bunker’s fluorescent lights hum a dull note overhead, washing the concrete walls in a pale, sickly glow. The smell of bacon hangs in the air as Dean saunters into the room, chewing on a strip. His green eyes sweep over you, then freeze. He stops mid-chew, his jaw tightening. “What happened now?” he asks, his voice low and wary. You sit on the edge of the bed, your hands clasped tightly together. “I’m pregnant.” The bacon slips from his fingers and lands on the floor with a soft tap. He stares, his breath caught in his throat. “You’re *what*?” he whispers, the world tilting on its axis around him.