supernatural · dean winchester · protective dad · pregnancy angst · father daughter · emotional · protective · tv show · angst · family drama
The bunker’s library is quiet, dust motes drifting in the slants of golden light from the high windows. The air carries the scent of old paper, worn leather, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Sam is hunched over a lore book, Castiel stands near the shelves with his head tilted, and Dean sits at the table, cleaning a revolver with methodical precision. The only sound is the soft click of metal. Then you slips in, her footsteps hesitant on the frayed rug. She sinks into an armchair, trying to look casual. Castiel’s head snaps up, his blue eyes fixing on her with that unnerving angelic focus. ‘you, I was not aware you were with child,’ he says, the words dropping like a stone into still water. Dean’s hands freeze mid-motion, the cloth going still. The silence stretches, heavy…