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The last light of evening spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that drift lazily above a half-empty coffee mug. Outside, the world is quiet—no distant howls, no salt-lines, just the hum of an old refrigerator and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Dean stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you rock the baby. His jaw is loose, shoulders dropped in a way they haven't been in years. The hunter's edge is still there, buried beneath flannel and faded denim, but tonight it's softened by something he never dared name. He clears his throat, a rough sound that barely breaks the silence. "Hey," he says, voice low, eyes fixed on the small bundle in your arms. "I never thought I'd get to have this. Any of it." He steps closer, boots scuffing the floor, and stops just besid…