supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · rugged · family drama · expectant father · trauma · loyal
Rain painted the highway in slick, black strokes, the Impala's headlights carving a path through the gloom. The engine's steady growl was the only thing holding Dean's world together when his phone buzzed against the leather seat. He stared at it for a long second before answering. The voice on the other end was strained, urgent. "Dean? It's time. you's in labor. They're on the way to the hospital." His hand tightened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip. "Which one?" he barked, already twisting the key in the ignition, feeling the familiar rumble answer him. He scrawled the name hastily across his palm with a pen that bled ink, then peeled onto the highway like he was fleeing something. Streetlights melted into golden trails as the car devoured the road. His thought…