Dean lie on his back, his mind going too fast for him to concentrate on the random television show that was on. Dad. The man with serious tunnel vision and a thousand secrets up his sleeve. The man who never so much as looked at another woman in that way after Sam's and his mother died met someone else. Not only that, had a kid by her as well. Dean didn't know whether to be surprised or disgusted. Hell, there was part of him that wanted to pat the old man on the back. Say "Welcome back to life," or something like that.

But the other part of him was, for a lack of a better term, jealous. The day after revealing the truth to Sam and Dean about Trevor and Lori, there had been a change in John. Dean had seen it. The same pain about Mary remained there, but there was a glow in John's face that Dean had never seen before. It was there every time he played with Trevor, or talked to him, or even just watched him. There was no talk of demons, or guns, or even the cursing Sam and Dean had grown up around. There was no talk of needing to keep moving, stay one step ahead of the law and a step behind the Demon's trail. There was just soft voices and lots of laughter.

And here he and Sam were, trying to get this little boy, their newfound brother, to go to sleep while John was out on a quick hunt. A hunt that Dean knew shouldn't be taking as long as it was. A hunt that he had wanted to help out on, but couldn't. All because of Trevor.

"Dammit!" Dean yelled, jumping up suddenly and startling Trevor, starting him up crying.

"Nice going, Dean," Sam glared at his older brother. He had spent the last hour trying to calm Trevor down enough to get him to sleep. He would be damned if he spent another one doing the same thing. Sam looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. They had a long day ahead of them and needed their sleep.

"If the demon he's hunting doesn't kill Dad, I will!" Dean paced back and forth from one end of the room to the other. "It's not fair, Sammy! Dad comes back here with a kid and all of a sudden, he's off hunting and we're pulling diaper duty for a kid we barely know!"

Sam tried rocking Trevor back to sleep, but the toddler wasn't falling for it. "Dean, you're scaring Trevor." He rocked Trevor faster, even pat him on the back, but nothing worked. Trevor kept crying, going higher and higher in pitch. Sam flinched, holding him away from his ears. "Here," he got up and placed Trevor in Dean's arms. "I'm going to the gas station for more milk. Maybe that'll put him to sleep."

Dean looked from Trevor to Sam. "What the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

Sam slipped on his jacket and made sure he had enough money in his pocket. "I don't know. Sing to him, talk to him. Just keep him quiet before he wakes up the rest of the motel. I'll be back." He snagged the car keys from the dresser and walked out, leaving a crying toddler and a fuming Dean behind him.

"Sing to him? What the hell am I supposed to sing to him?" Dean racked his brain for songs, coming up with only one song that stuck out. "All right, kid. Here's goes nothing. Hope you like Metallica."

"Say your prayers little one

Don't forget my son

To include everyone

I tuck you in

warm within

Keep you free from sin

'til the sandman he comes

Sleep with one eye open

Gripping your pillow tight…"

Bouncing Trevor along to the beat, Dean noticed he was staring at him with big brown eyes. Just like Sam used to when he was little, he thought, a smile creeping up on his face.

"Exit light

Enter night

Take my hand

off to never never land…"

By the time Dean got to the second verse, Trevor was curled up against his shoulder, thumb in his mouth and fast asleep. "Just like Sammy," Dean chuckled. He rocked Trevor while he hummed the rest of the song. A knock at the door followed by the sound of Sam's voice caught his attention. As John opened the door, Sam stepped through and looked surprised at the sight of Dean holding a sleeping Trevor in his arms. "Wow. Y-you got him asleep." Sam set a plastic bag with a small jug of milk on the dresser, keeping his eyes on Dean.

"About time you both got back," Dean put on his best pissed off face as he set Trevor down on the bed and covered him.

"Yeah, but…you hate kids." Sam shook his head in confusion. "Why are you so good with them if you hate them?"

"Sammy, I tell you all the time, but you never believe me. I am a man of many gifts."

As Sam took off his jacket, Dean caught sight of his father, a knowing smile on his face.

The End.

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