Dean held Aiden against his shoulder, his battered hand gently patting Aiden's back. "Fine. We're fine. I think he's hungry." He shifted, turning Aiden to rest in his arms.
He brought his hand up to tickle under Aiden's chin. "Are you hungry, Sammy? We'll get you a bottle." Dean raised his gaze to Cas, and gave a single and purposeful nod.