Imagine:

Watching Dean cradle your little baby girl back to sleep.

He didn't know you were watching from doorway.

He was singing The Rolling Stones' "Time is on my Side".

He laid her back in her crib, caressing her face with the back of his hand.

"I love you." He whispered to her.

He turned around and noticed you. You grabbed his hand, leading him out of the baby's room.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands around your waist.

"You're such a good father." You tell him.

You kiss him gently, a smile on his face.

"I'm so happy." He tells you.

You kiss and hug like there was nothing else in the world, except for you, Dean, and your daughter.