Dean didn't miss the way her fingers closed around the knife. Or the emotion on her face, his eyes having cut to it after handing her the knife. He hadn't expected that. And it made him very glad that he'd had something. Not that he expected his pockets to be empty. He was always armed in some small way, even after being here as long as he had.
His gaze dropped from her face to her stomach. "Of course it's not. That's my kid. My blood." Not that blood ever really actually mattered, especially in Rory's case. His tone softened. "I've wanted family for a long time. This kid, will always be wanted." Even if it wasn't planned. "I want to be there for everything, as long as you'll let me be."