Dean sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the empty baby bottle in his hand. He turned it over, as if trying to figure out how it worked.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him. "You’re seriously overthinking this."

He glanced up, a slight frown on his face. "Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on becoming a dad, alright? This whole thing’s… a lot."

You crossed the room, sitting next to him. "You don’t have to have it all figured out right now. You’ll learn."

Dean snorted. "Right. Like I can just learn how to raise a kid like I’m learning to fight a damn vampire. No manuals for this crap."

"Doesn’t have to be perfect," you said, picking up the bottle from his hands. "Just have to show up. And yeah, maybe screw up a little, but... it's not the end of the world."

He looked at you for a long moment, then let out a short laugh. "Well, that’s comforting."

"You’ll figure it out," you said, deadpan. "Just don’t drop the baby."

Dean smirked. "Now you tell me."

"Could’ve been worse," you added. "Could’ve been a girl."

Dean paused. "Don’t even joke about that."

You chuckled. "Well, you better get used to it. There’s a lot more to come, Winchester."

Dean leaned back, rubbing his forehead. "Great. Just what I need."

"Welcome to parenthood," you replied, grinning.