"Nobody ever does," says Dean, recalling the panic on his father's face during his no less than third stint as an expecting daddy. "We'll figure it out." Nosing her hair out of the way, he kisses her cheek. It'd be easier if they had help, if Sam was still around, but Dean refuses to dwell on that.

"It's going to be good. Amazing." Fingers twitching, he stops just shy of her stomach. "Faye, can I...?"