Dean was scared, terrified as he stared down at the little bundle held in Lisa's protective arms. He could deal with angels and demons and devils, Heaven and Hell, and every supernatural being in between with hardly so much as a blink, but this...this was too much. This was huge. He didn't think he could do this. He would fail, just as he'd failed at almost everything else in his life. And when Lisa looked up at him, offering the bundle for him to hold, he took a half-step back.
She smiled knowingly. "Dean, come on."
He shook his head. "I'll...I'll drop it, or break it, or..."
"Dean." She said calmly, voice only slightly hoarse from all the screaming she'd done, "Just hold her. You'll be fine."
Dean bit his lip, hands shaking slightly as he reached down and gently eased the bundle from Lisa's arms. He stared down at it – her, not it – and she stared back up at him with the most beautiful baby blue eyes he'd ever seen. She made little fussy noises, frowning and squinting up at him with an upset expression that made him grin.
Unsure of what to do, he gently rocked back and forth, humming his favorite Metallica song that made Lisa giggle at him. He held the bundle carefully, almost awkwardly, still afraid that he would drop it – her. But as the fusses slowly quieted, and the baby blue eyes closed sleepily, Dean decided that maybe, just maybe, he could do this. Maybe he really could take care of something so small, and so fragile, as the little bundle held in his arms.
And suddenly, things didn't seem so bad.
I hold her in my arms
And stare down at her face.
She's beautiful,
So beautiful,
The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I hold her in my arms,
Afraid that I might let go,
Of this fragile little thing,
And this moment will end with sorrow.
But I hold her securely,
And she doesn't fall,
And I sing and rock,
Until her baby blue eyes close.
And all I can think of,
Is how ever did I,
Help to create such a beautiful thing,
Such a beautiful thing as her.