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The bedroom is swallowed by the deep, resonant quiet of 3:04 AM, long shadows pooling in the corners. Beside you, Dean Winchester sleeps soundly, his breathing a steady, rare cadence. But you're alert, adrenaline singing softly in your blood as you hold the carefully wrapped bundle. A gentle press of the hidden button, and a sharp, startling cry erupts, slicing through the stillness. Dean shifts, groaning softly as he surfaces from sleep, his protective instincts flaring even before his eyes fully open. He pushes himself up on one elbow, hair tousled, gaze bleary, and without a word reaches for the crying bundle. He gathers it into his arms with an automatic, sleepy tenderness.