A/N: Man, I'm on a roll tonight! This is set in an alternate universe where Jess lives, but Sam tells her about the family business even though he doesn't hunt, himself. It's not discussed in this, but it's good to know. Dean is just Dean, not having to worry about letting anything slip because Jess knows about it already. Enjoy!

In Another Time

"Okay, I can do this," Dean whispered shakily to himself. He held his arms out in front of him, forming a cradle like remembered you were supposed to do, and suddenly a large portion of his world was deposited in his arms. Suddenly, Sam's giant hand clapped his shoulder and he glared at his brother over his shoulder.

"Don't make me drop the freakin' baby, Sam," he hissed, but Sam was just smiling at him like an idiot. "It's not gonna be my fault if she suffers brain damage from you making me drop her."

"Dude, relax," Sam laughed. "You've held babies before."

"Not ones fresh out of the oven," Dean insisted. "Not since you, and I was four years old!"

"Okay, sorry. Do you want me to take her?" Sam asked, holding his arms out for his daughter.

"No way!" Dean whisper-yelled—he didn't want her to wake up when she was so peacefully sleeping in his arms. "I got this. Where is she safe besides in her uncle's arms?"

"Well," Sam began, "probably in my arms. I am her father, after all."

"Yeah, but I'm the one who's gonna be chasing away all the boys with a crowbar," Dean retorted with a raised brow. Sam pulled a face and Dean was already preparing his next argument.

"Guys, please shut up," a weary voice called from the bed on the other side of the room, interrupting both brothers.

Sam immediately hurried back to his wife and pushed her sweaty hair back from her forehead before planting a kiss there. Dean rolled his eyes at them, again, but followed his brother back to Jess's side. He kept a close eye on his brand new niece. Something about her lips reminded him of Sam, but her eyebrows called up an image of their mother instantly in Dean's brain.

"Sam," he murmured in wonder. "She looks like Mom."

"I know," Sam breathed. Dean glanced up and found his brother's jaw set in the way he tensed it when willing himself not to cry, and Dean had to look away quickly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jess reach up and stroke a hand through Sam's hair and settle it on the back of his neck.

"We decided to name her Mary, but we're going to call her May," Jess said softly. She was quiet after that, waiting for Dean and Sam to adjust to the moment.

Dean kept staring at the sleeping baby, his mind a thousand miles away as he wondered what their mother would say if she could have been there to witness her granddaughter's birth. Sam eventually cleared his throat, and Dean shook his head slightly.

"We were hoping that you would be her godfather," Sam said quietly.

"Yeah," he replied. "Okay. Thank you," he said earnestly, looking at his brother and Jess in turn.

Jess smiled and Sam just nodded before saying, "Can I please hold my daughter now?"

"Five more minutes?" Dean pleaded, giving them his best puppy dog eyes. Sam sighed in exasperation, and Dean moved to sit in the armchair by the window.

He didn't get the whole five minutes, because May woke up and started crying, but he was content enough in giving her back to her parents since he knew he would be finding every excuse to babysit in the near future.

A/N: What did you think?