Dean remembers how much he cried on the day when he first held his child in his arms. His heart melted when their little fingers grasped his.

The past few months have been great, but he hates how little he gets to see you and the baby. He fears that he will end up being like his father and get too deep into hunting.

He came back to the bunker after a long hunt and found you in the nursery, cradling the baby while you hummed softly. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m back,” he said quietly with a smile.