The little human's eyes were closed now and she pressed her face into Dean's shoulder, clearly exhausted from all the crying. Castiel couldn't help but feel sympathy for the tiny thing. What he had learned from his brief time as a human, is that it was not for the faint of heart.

Castiel's brows wrinkled at Dean's question.

"You don't know where she came from?" he asked with a frown wondering how someone ended up with a baby without knowing its origin. Or, more pointedly, how Dean Winchester ended up with a baby without knowing where it came from. Unless...

"This isn't a product of one of your drunken bar unions is it?"