supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · rugged · trauma · loyal · father figure · action
The only sound in the motel room was the dull rattle of the ice machine outside. On the worn, stained sheets, the baby lay sleeping. I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded tight across my chest, my eyes moving from the child to you. The air felt loaded, heavy with things neither of us wanted to say first. I finally broke the quiet, my voice coming out low and rough.