Another chapter, I'm finally getting into the hang of things . Just so people are aware, if I haven't already mentioned it, I have no experience with babies, so I'm just going by what I've seen on TV and movies. I also may have looked at websites as well, just so I could get at least some of it right.

This is a disaster Dean thought frantically as he tried getting Grace to sleep. He tried rocking her in the crib that he had just built but to no avail – her face just stayed scrunched up, red and tears streaming down her face. Maybe she just wanted to be held, so he lifted her up and cuddled her to his chest but it most definitely didn't help. If anything it made her cry even harder. Dean was beginning to wonder if tears were gonna fall from his eyes because he certainly felt like crying.

Then it hit him. God I am such an idiot. He hadn't even fed her, no wonder why she was screaming the house down. Goes to show what a great father I am he though sarcastically. Walking downstairs to the kitchen he saw Sam who was once again seated at the table on his laptop. Seriously, did he ever do anything else? 'Hey, what's wrong with her?'

'Doofus here forgot to feed her.' With Grace crying so loudly they practically had to shout to be heard. Sam could see just by looking and Dean that he was just about to crack up and not because of the fact that Grace existed. More so because he believed he was doing a terrible job so far. 'Dean, you've just found out you have a daughter whose mother is also dead. I'm pretty sure that guarantees a few mistakes here and there.' Dean looked at him incredulously, 'Sam, I forgot to feed her.'

Before they got into an argument he walked over to Sam holding Grace out. 'Here, hold her till I get her bottle made.' Sam reached for her and held her in his arms noting how amazingly she sounded like a banshee, not that they had ever came across one. In the world they lived in it was surely only a matter of time before they did. He rocked her from side to side hoping to calm her down at least a little bit but it seemed she wasn't going to stop any time soon.

Dean meanwhile took the contents out of her baby bag that were needed – formula, spoon and bottle. He looked at the formula to determine how much was needed and reached over to put water in the kettle and switched it on. Considering how long Bobby was living in his house he was still surprised that it actually worked. As he waited he leant against the counter and watched his brother interacting with his daughter. They worked well together and Dean could totally see Sam as a father. If anything, he would have put him as having children first, something that was now less likely to happen considering their lifestyle and the death of Jess.

The kettle pinged signally it was ready so he turned around and poured some water into the bottle making sure not to put too much in. he then realised that she needed fed now, but the water was probably too hot. Huh, another screw-up added to the list. So now he would have to wait another 20 minutes to wait for it to cool down. Remembering what had through his mind earlier he once again faced Sam, walking over and sitting in the chair opposite. Grace's cries had quieted down some so they could at least hear each other talk.

'I've been thinking, we need to tell dad.' Dean stated, better to just get it out there. Sam looked up with surprise written on his face. 'Really.'

'S'not as if we can keep it from him. What if he calls, asking us to do a job?'

'No offence, but he hardly ever calls, so why do you think he would now?' Sam said looking a bit peeved. It was no secret that John would only contact them whenever he felt the need to and when he did it was mostly by text and details of a job.

'May be so dude, but you rather he knows now that I have a daughter or how about if he randomly turns up and sees her. Better to get it over with.' Dean though was willing to bet that his father wouldn't even pick up the phone, so he would most likely have to leave a message.

'Whatever you think you should do then Dean. You know if it goes wrong, I'm here. You're not on your own with this one. And you have Bobby.' Sam said while shuffling Grace to his other shoulder barely whimpering now. Dean nodded, grateful for his brother, and Bobby's support. They sat in relative silence for the remainder of the 20 minutes needed until Dean got up and took the bottle in his hand. He squirted a bit on his wrist to make sure it was the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold and moved towards Sam to lift Grace from his arms.

Setting a small towel over his shoulder, ready for the burping stage incase she was sick, he moved the teat of the bottle softly into her mouth, which immediately clasped around it. Dean leaned back into the chair he was sitting on and stared down at Grace, who also stared back. It was like he couldn't take his eyes of her, loving the way she looked at him with such love. As he kept looking at her, he watched as she lifted her small hand up and wrapped her tiny fingers around his index finger, causing a small lump to form in his throat. It also affected Sam although Dean wasn't aware of this and made him think about Jess. How he had hoped that one day they would be able to have children, after they had gotten married.

For now though he was content to watch his brother and support him as best as he could.

So, on a different note, what are your thoughts on Rihanna and Chris Brown collaborating again? I think it's wrong and sends a bad message, but hey, it's her life. Next update will be next Monday!