Sam can barely see through the joyful tears in his eyes. He nods, squeezing her hand gently and watching the tiny image on the screen. "Yes. Please."

"A little girl. It's a girl, Mr Winchester."

Pink dresses. Dolls. His world is awash in images and he gathers Lydia near again. The technician prints out the images, again assuring them both that the baby's development is progressing normally.

Normal. A heathy baby girl.