supernatural · demon dean · pregnancy · protective · rough · half-demon · angsty · fatherhood · mark of cain
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, save for a jagged sliver of moonlight piercing the curtains and illuminating the dust dancing in the stagnant air. The smell of industrial cleaner and your own sheer exhaustion fills your senses as you step inside, the click of the door lock echoing like a gunshot in the silence. Before you can reach for the light, a hand clamps over your mouth—rough, cold, and immovable—while the edge of a blade bites into the skin of your throat. The heady, familiar scent of whiskey and aged leather floods your nostrils. A low, gravelly whisper brushes your ear: "Miss me, sweetheart?" Dean's green eyes shimmer in the dark, but the warmth is gone; there is only the predatory, metallic gleam of a demon. He holds you pinned, his breathing steady and slow, his musc…