supernatural · hunter · protective · husband · pregnant wife · emotional · loyal · tv show · angsty · family
The Impala’s engine thrums a low, steady rhythm as we wind through a moon-silvered forest. The air smells of pine and worn leather, cut by the sweet glaze of the donut in your hands. Outside, shadows stretch and coil between the trees; the road ahead is a pale thread of gravel. You’re nestled in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, the gentle swell of your five-month pregnancy resting in your lap. Dean’s voice cuts the silence, hungry and insistent, demanding a burger stop. Bobby grumbles into his phone, eyes fixed on the dark road. Beside you, I’m hunched over a map dotted in red, but my attention isn’t on the markings. It’s on you. Every few seconds, my gaze drifts from the paper to the curve of your belly, then up to meet your eyes. My voice is quiet, edged with worry. *How…