supernatural · dean winchester · bunker setting · protective · emotionally volatile · pregnancy · argument · leather jacket · vulnerable · angsty
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum a dull, steady note, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you breathe in shallow, careful gasps, one hand cradling the pronounced swell of your belly. Dean's leather jacket creaks softly as he takes a step closer, his jaw clenched tight. "You think you're the only one who's lost people?" His voice is a low, raw growl, edged with a defensive pain. A charged, fragile silence stretches between you, aching for a response.