The impala pulled into the chaotic parking lot for The Freewill Church of God. The small church's green yard was swallowed by the large crowd of people coming and going between the different colored covered tables and displays. Before the boys even turned off the car they could hear the hundreds of conversations happening at once overcoming the music blasting from the speakers. The smells of sweets and burnt meat hit them hard as they stepped out and headed towards the festival.

"I still don't get why we're here."

"We promised Rachel we'd come."

"No, you promised then dragged me along."

"It's just a church gathering. How bad can it be?"

Dean stopped and stared at him. "Sam, are whole lives have been answering how bad it could be."

"It will be fine. Besides, you said you were hungry."

"I am hungry. For diner food, you know. Or something we can eat quickly then get back on the road. Not to go out of our way so you can have a dinner date."

"I thought you liked Rachel."

"I do. It's just we have a job to do."

"Right, because we never took a detour for something you like," Sam smirked.

"Shut up."

"Look, we won't stay long, an hour at most. We'll just say hi and grab a bite to eat, alright?"

"Fine. Bitch."

"Jerk."

Rachel was stationed at the front entrance, selling tickets for the games. She had on a modest peach Sunday dress with her auburn hair pulled into a bun, her usual style when trying to look professional. Her face lit up when she saw the boys approaching and as soon as she was finished with her guest she leapt over the table into a hug with Sam. "Guys, you made it!"

Sam squeezed her tight kissed her. "I wouldn't miss it."

"Plus, Sam wouldn't take no for an answer."

Rachel laughed as she pulled away and hugged Dean. "I'm glad to see you too." When they let go, she recomposed herself, a little embarrassed by her extreme reaction to them. "Well, um, I'm really happy you're both here. Feel free to look around; we have a lot going on. There's some cool stuff for sale over there," she pointed to the rows of tables they saw coming in. "We've got lots of food and drinks inside and at four o'clock the Reverend is getting pied."

"Sounds like fun," Dean said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh and Dean, I got Mrs. Howard to put one of her pies on reserve just for you. I hope you don't mind pecan."

All reservations Dean had about coming immediately flew out the window. He grabbed Sam and gave him a shake. "Marry this girl," he said sternly before running off.

"Well, you now have his official seal of approval," Sam chuckled and she joined in. He wasn't sure if it was the sunlight or the color of her dress, but it seemed like she was glowing a little. "You're looking well."

"Thanks, I'm just relieved this will all be over soon." You're looking good too, by the way."

Sam glanced down and picked at his grey sweater. "I hope this is appropriate. I've never been to one of these before."

"You're fine. As long as you didn't show up blood soaked nobody will care."

"I guess it's a good thing I changed then."

She chuckled and Sam kissed her again.

"Sorry I couldn't make it last Sunday for your service. A hunt turned up and…"

"Rachel shook her head. "Sam, you don't ever to apologize for that. It's completely fine."

Sam smiled a little relieved. "How did it go by the way?"

"Fine, things went pretty smoothly. No one broke down and cried. A few forgotten words, but that always happens."

"That's good. So, ticket duty huh?"

"Yeah, I managed to get out of running a game this year. Did you want to buy some?"

"Well I gotta show you my horseshoe skills somehow."

She chuckled at that. "You're funny."

Sam wanted to say more but some people arriving started heading towards her table. "I should let you get back to work."

"Alright. You can always keep me company if you get bored."

"I'll remember that." He waved and wondered into the crowd.

It was a little overwhelming all the different things happening at once around him. There was so much noise. He figured that was another perk for Rachel to be stationed away from it. The pop songs cricked and popped in the old speakers above him. Conversations rose and fell with volume as he passed by. Everyone he witnessed seemed to know each other. Not surprising for a small town event but it made him feel out of place.

Sam safely assumed there wouldn't be much for him in the kids' crafts and games area and instead entered the merchant maze. Slowly he took each section one at a time seeing the different items on sale. There were a lot of tables with landscape paintings and lawn statues, and a few with weird little handmade knickknacks. One table was selling different colorful dog themed items that caught his attention. They had a golden retriever ink pen Sam thought about for a moment before putting it back and walking away.

Only one other table made him stop and consider; a jewelry stand run by a very pregnant woman. While they had lovely rings and bracelets, it was the long display of crosses that caught his eye as an idea began to form. He fiddled with a few, seeing the different styles and materials, when the pregnant woman noticed him. "I've never seen you before," she stated rather bluntly.

"No. I'm not from around here."

"Huh," she responded. Sam turned his attention back to the display but he could feel her eyes still on him. "Are you Sam?"

"Uh…, yes," he said unsure how she would know that.

The woman sprung out of her chair. "I thought so! My sister said you were coming!"

"Oh! You're Beth." After all the help with Rachel for the shower, he never did actually meet her. "It's nice to meet you." He shook her hand as she gave him a look over before giving him an odd nod of approval.

"So this is what you look like. I swear little sis has been trying to hide you from me. I think she's afraid I might try to steal ya."

Sam had never gotten that impression from her. It always seemed more that she was hiding herself from her sister rather then being over protective. "I thought Rachel was older?"

"She is. I just like calling her that."

"Oh, I see."

"Are you looking at something for her?"

"No, I'm just looking," he said bashfully.

Beth nodded with a knowing better grin and sank back down in her chair. "I was hoping to meet you at the service last week, but you didn't show up."

"I had to work; couldn't get away."

"What do you do exactly? Little sis is always vague on that matter. Actually she's like that on a lot of things about you."

"I'm a mechanic."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, it's a family business. I had to cover for my brother that night."

"You have a brother? Is he here too?"

"Yes."

Beth hummed curiously as she tapped her chin and rubbed her large belly.

"I hear your having a little girl."

"Yeppers. She'll be arriving in a few weeks."

"Well congratulations."

"Thank you."

Sam turned his attention back to the display pondering over a golden cross.

"Rachel is fond of silver by the way. Just so you know."

When the hour was up, Sam had gone through every booth. He checked in on Dean at the kitchen seeing if he still wanted to leave. He was working through a large burger with a tower of used paper plates beside him. He told Sam he'll meet out front once he was finished. Sam headed back to the ticket table to wait with Rachel. She was slumped down in her folding chair with her hair pulled down from her bun.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just running low on energy."

"I thought you liked this because you didn't have to do much."

"I don't. But I can only be perky and social for so long."

"Do you need something to eat or drink?"

"No, I'm good." She held up her half full water bottle. "Thank you though." She patted the empty seat beside her and he sat down. "Having a good time?"

"Yeah, I did a round, and met your sister. Dean's almost done eating the entire kitchen."

Rachel chucked. "Well, at least it was a worth while trip. Was my sister nice to you?"

"Yeah, I think I might have accidentally stuck her on Dean though."

"Don't worry about that. She talks like that all the time, but we all know she won't leave Henry."

"Her husband?"

"Yeah." She noticed the small bag in is hand. "What did you get?"

"A couple things," he shrugged.

"Can I see?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"No reason."

"Then let me see!"

She reached out to take the bag from him, but he was fast and held it up over his head. "I'll show you later. Just not right now."

"You're mean," she pouted. "I don't like you anymore."

"I know," he smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

Dean showed up patting his happily full stomach. "Sammy this place is amazing."

"How was your pie?" she asked.

He moaned in pleasure. "Mrs. Howard is a saint."

"I guess this means you guys are heading out?"

"I guess. The plan was to hit the road, but I think Dean's about to fall into a food coma."

"If you end up staying in town, and Dean's not dead, you want to go out for a drink?"

"Sounds good to me."

Dean was too full to care what they do.

"Okay, I'll probably get off around six including clean up. Wanna meet at Kobo around seven?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Cool. You still have to show me what you got."

"Maybe," Sam teased as they hugged and kissed.

Dean laughed. "You two are adorable."