You sat cross cross on the motel couch, cradling Garth’s baby while Dean paced in front of you. “I don’t know why Garth trusts us with this,” he muttered, glaring at the diaper bag like it was cursed. You chuckled, adjusting the blanket over the baby. “Because we’re responsible adults.” Dean shot you a look. “Responsible? Last week, I used a flamethrower to torch a vampire nest.” “Okay, fair. But we’re still adults.” The baby let out a tiny giggle, and you smiled down at her. “See? She likes us.” Dean finally stopped pacing and leaned over to peer at the baby. “You sure she’s not plotting against us? She looks too quiet.” You rolled your eyes. “She’s a baby, Dean. Not a demon.” Dean grinned, but his expression softened as the baby reached out and grabbed his finger. For a moment, the infamous Dean looked completely captivated. “Man,” he whispered, his voice unexpectedly tender, “she’s got a grip like a hunter.” You laughed quietly. “Maybe she’ll grow up to be one. You could teach her the ropes.” Dean snorted, shaking his head. “No way. Garth would kill me if I let his kid anywhere near this life. Besides, I’m not exactly ‘dad material.’” “Could’ve fooled me,” you teased, watching as Dean took the baby in his arms gently bounced the baby when she started to fuss. He gave you a mock glare but didn’t argue.