After Grace finished eating, she yawned. "You tired?" Dean asked. She nodded. "Alright, let's get you to bed." She reached out to him, and Dean felt his heart flutter. She was definitely warming up to him. He picked her up, and started to leave the room.

"Wait," Sam reached into another grocery bag. "Here." He handed Dean a toothbrush. "Cas forgot to have her pack one." He explained.

"Thanks."

Dean helped her brush her teeth, and gave her some privacy as she got her Pajamas on.

She climbed into bed, and Dean reached over to turn off the lamp.

"No!" She cried out, panic entering her voice. Her small hand shot out to grab his wrist.

"Okay, okay..." Dean pulled his hand back. "Lights on, I get it."

"I'm afraid of the dark." She whispered.

"Aw," Dean frowned, not sure what to say. He wasn't about to tell her there was nothing to be afraid of in the dark, because that sure as hell wasn't true. "It's okay, you're safe here. " He finally settled on. That was true. This place was warded against all evil. "Nothing can hurt you here."

She nodded, but didn't look convinced.

"It's okay, I'll leave it on." He said. The fear slowly left her face, and he started to stand up.

"Wait," She said, looking anxious. "Ruth used to sing to me? Will you sing?" She asked quietly.

"Of course." Dean was taken aback, and struggled to think of an appropriate song. "Get comfortable, lay down. You can't fall asleep sitting up. Well, you can, but it causes all sorts of back problems, and.." He trailed off as he realized he was babbling. Grace didn't seem bothered, burrowing into the covers and getting comfortable.

God, it had been forever since he'd done this. He hadn't sung a child to sleep since...well, Sammy.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better...
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better."

As Dean sang, he felt a lump rise in his throat. His own mother used to sing this song to him. It would always hold a special place in his heart. It seemed to have an effect on Grace as well. She was visibly relaxing, eyes half-open.

"Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her,
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders,
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool,
By making his world a little colder"

Grace was asleep by the second verse. As he watched her sleeping peacefully, he was again struck by how small she seemed, especially in this huge bed. She seemed so fragile. He would do anything to keep her safe.

He gently pressed a kiss to her forehead before carefully standing and walking to the door. He left the lamp on, and the door cracked open slightly.

Dean walked to the kitchen on wobbly legs. He wasn't used to feeling so much. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling, just that it was overwhelming.

"Hey," Sam greeted him, but was ignored as Dean walked directly to the fridge for a beer. He watched with amusement as his brother proceeded to chug the entire thing. "You okay?"

"No." Dean said simply, sitting down across from Sam. "Where's Cas?"

"Not here. He left, said he had some things to take care of."

"Hmm." Dean put his head down.

"Dude, relax."

"How?" Dean lifted his head to glare at Sam. "I have a kid, Sam. What am I supposed to do? How can I...How can I be who she needs? I don't want her raised in this shit like we were."

"It'll be okay, we'll figure something out. Maybe we could have Mrs. Tran babysit her while we're on hunts."

"And what about the rest of the time? I have no idea how to be a father."

"You did alright with me." Sam said quietly. "You practically raised me."

"And look how you turned out." Dean mumbled. "No offense."

Sam laughed. "That wasn't your fault. The universe kinda just conspired against me to make my life hell."

"Amen."

"Look, you're great with kids. She already worships you, I can tell. We'll figure out how to make this work."

"I just wanna do right by her, Sammy. She deserves so much better." Dean sighed, a moment of raw honesty that surprised Sam.

"Despite what you think, you're actually a great guy, Dean."

"Ha!" He laughed.

"I'm serious! Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam grinned. "That's another thing you're gonna have to watch."

"Aw, dammit." Dean muttered.

Sam punched him. "See what I mean?"

"Shut up, she's asleep. I'll watch my language tomorrow."

Hey guys, I just remembered that Dean has sung a child to sleep since Sammy. When he was with Lisa and Ben, he mentioned babysitting Lisa's niece. Also there was the Shapeshifter baby. But I forgot about it til I finished the chapter, so I'm just gonna leave it the way it is. Sorry.