For a split second, Dean was ready to find Sam and punch him in the face for knocking Jo up a few years from now. That was just... a violation of so many things.
But he was smarter than that.
He just didn't think of himself as a father. Let alone the father of a beautiful woman. Two of them, sounded like.
He stumbled very slightly but managed not to fall down outright.
This was how he knew God wasn't gone. He couldn't make this shit up if he tried.
Dean shut his eyes. He was fully aware there were a few tears that had escaped. He could feel them, rolling down his face.
There was a future where he got it right. Where Jo hadn't walked out on him for being a schmuck, where he'd gotten to have some kind of normal life, like his mom wanted.
Dean nodded. "Am I any good at it?" he asked. He'd been good to Ben, and he knew it. But he hadn't been there for a lot of it. "Still alive, all my hair?"