Dean: The tiny girl's mother died after the werewolf attacked her. She was barely four months old. You'd found a friend who'd take her in, but for now, you had to watch her.
Dean was holding her, rocking her gently back and forth. He softly sang her Metallica, soothing her to sleep. "She's so cute," he said with a small smile.
"Yeah, she is," you said, running your hand down her back softly.
Dean smiled a little, kissing you softly. "You're a good 'mom'."
"And you're a better dad," you said with a smile.
"Do you ever want kids?" he asked out of the blue. "I never thought I did, but..."
You looked at him closely. "Yes," you said with a small smile. "With you, yes."
The baby was now asleep. He leaned forward, kissing you softly. "We can settle down sometime, and maybe then we can try."
You smiled a little at him. "I love you."
"I love you more."