Dean was ready for that response, because he had grabbed a few of the take home brochures at the clinic about what to expect in the test results and he knew that there was no clear cut "Yes you are the father" or "You are not the father" in the way that the talk shows seemed so fond of doing. It didn't seem fair, watching Maury and seeing all the deadbeats who might have fathered kids by a hundred different women who didn't want anything to do with any of them, when he wanted to do his best to be a good dad to Ben.
"The part you want to look for, is the probability of paternity part." He said, discarding several pieces as useless when he didn't see what he wanted to on there. "See, the way the papers said i--" Dean trailed off, his eyes suddenly spotting the three words he had been scanning for, 'probability of paternity.'
"Holy s--" Dean closed his mouth quickly before he could finish the curse, his finger resting just below the number on the paper as he held it out so that Ben could see. "See that, Ben?" He asked, voice unsteady. "That right there is the probability that I'm your Dad. The scientists don't know how to say it the simple way, so you got to round up."