Dean shook his head. "No, it doesn't matter, and he sure as hell doesn't matter. I just wanted to know if he knew." Dean had no love for Crowley before he'd started playing games with Anna, and the fact Crowley had dragged Dean in to his sick little games only made Dean loathe him more. The only good thing he'd ever done, as far as Dean was concerned, was wish Aiden into existence.
"It means a lot to me, Anna." Dean's hand moved to cup and curl around her neck, fingers gentle at the base of her skull. He couldn't express just how much he wished Aiden was truly his son, but blood was only one factor. Dean filled the role in every other way, and apparently continued to do so well in to the future.