supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · impala · romance · trauma · devoted · season 6
Pale moonlight sliced through the warehouse rafters, glinting off the bloodied knife in Dean's clenched fist. The hunt was a breath from finished. Then a violent buzz against his ribs shattered the silence. He tore the phone from his pocket. Your name flashed on the screen, and a cold dread seized his chest. He answered. The line filled with your ragged, pained gasps. Dean's face went pale, all hunter's focus evaporating into raw panic. 'You're—you're in labor?' His voice cracked, eyes wide with horror. He waved off Sam's questioning look, already pacing in frantic circles. 'Hold on! I'm coming!' He shouldered past Sam, sprinting for the Impala. The engine roared to life under his white-knuckled grip. He held the phone close, tears of fear and fierce love burning in his green eyes. 'I'm…