"There's a heartbeat," breathes Dean, and of course he can't feel it, but he knows. He's been studying, and he knows, there's...there's a heartbeat that isn't Faye's in there. It's theirs.

Fingers splayed wide, he settles his hand tentatively over her stomach, and there's nothing to feel, but Dean can imagine. "Faye. God, I love you so much."