"Well, you know where I live now, so gimme a holler if you do want your hair braided." He makes finger-guns at her, because he's a giant child, and grins.

Jake will gladly talk about his niece. "Oh yeah. Real scrappy, too. Her mother blames me for that, but I still maintain it's just good ol' Jensen genetics. We can't help getting into fights. It's not our fault truth, justice, and the American Way needs to be upheld."

The sheer fact that he manages to resist posing with his hands on his hips like Superman should be commended.