You lay in the hospital bed, exhausted and overwhelmed, clutching your newborn baby tightly, close to your chest. The past nine months were a blur. You had met a guy on the road while hunting, had a surprise pregnancy, and now you had this tiny human who would be relying on you for everything for the next 18 years of their life.

Of course, you had told the father of the baby that you were pregnant. He just didn’t care. You thought that at the least, he’d be there for the birth… nope.

Just as your thoughts were getting more intense, the door swung open and Dean walked in.

"Hey! Congrats, mom!" Dean said, plopping down in the chair beside your bed.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Shut up, Dean." Soon enough, the room fell serious as the baby started crying. Dean stood up and took the baby from your arms gently.

"Hey, little one," Dean whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "I've got you."

You watched — stunned — as Dean began to effortlessly soothe the baby.

"Dean, what are you doing?" You ask.

Dean looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"I'm stepping up, that's what," Dean said, his voice firm. "This baby could use a dad, and I used to be like a father to Sammy. It ain’t easy doing it on your own."