A/N: so if you read Sweetest Sin you know this already, but i sprained my knee, so im posting chapters! (yes, it IS possible to sprain your knee and as you might have guessed, im the klutziest person. ever.) well ok, enjoy chapter 2!

Dean cracked his eyes open to the sun shinning in through the window, and the clatter of pans in the kitchen. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up to find Sam still asleep on the love seat and Jason playing with toys on the floor.
"Morning!" Layna called cheerily, "Didn't wake you up did I?"
"No," Dean yawned, stretching, "what time is it?"
"6:00, want some breakfast?"
"Sure, whaddya got?"
"Scrambled eggs and toast."
"Sounds good." Layna placed a plate in front of him.
"So, are you guys going to get some history on the haunting?" Layna asked, setting a plate in front of Sam who had just woken up.
"Try to," Sam muttered tiredly, "But what are you gonna do?"
"I have work."
"Oh, sorry..." Sam mumbled, embarrassed.
Layna laughed, "Don't worry about it. Feel free to come by though."
Dean nodded.
She sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall of the kitchen.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"Mrs. Jennings better get here soon, I have to leave. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet old lady, but she has a horrible memory..." Layna mentioned, putting Dean and Sam's plates in the sink.
"She you're babysitter?" Sam asked. Layna nodded.
"We'll take care of Jason!"
"We will?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows at his brother.
"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that, you've got work to do..."
"Don't worry about it! We don't mind at all!"
"We don't?"
"I don't know...I barely know you guys..."
"Well you let us stay here, and we haven't killed you yet," Sam shrugged.
"Way to reassure her Sammy," Dean commented sarcastically.
"Well, if you're sure...but in case you change your minds, Mrs. Jennings number is on the fridge. Thank you so much!" Layna exclaimed, dashing out the door, already late for work.

As Sam searched the internet for possible spirits that could be haunting the minuscule town in Nevada, Dean played with Jason. Sam smiled to himself, watching Dean play Power Rangers with a two-year-old. Dean had never been a kid-person. But as Dean played with Jason, his stand-offish persona that he gave off diminished. It brought back memories of the childhood he had to give up at an early age. He hoped, that even though Jason was the son of a hunter, just like he and his brother were, Jason didn't have to give up the simple childhood joys Dean had to give up at the age of four, the ones Sam had never known.

"Get anything Sammy?" Dean asked, smirking as he called his brother the nickname he'd been told thousands of times not to call him. Even though it irked him, Sam let Dean, and only Dean, call him Sammy.
"Actually, yeah," Sam said, pulling up a webpage as Dean came over to look. "It turns out, this town was infamous for killing outlaws."
"So, you think it's Jesse James or something?"
"Not Jesse James, no, but definitely some sort of outlaw from those times. It turns out, that the jail they used to keep them in was burned down somehow, and on the grounds, they placed some sort of restaurant or something."
"Well, that was fairly simple," Dean commented brightly. "Let's go tell Layna."
Sam agreed, slightly taken aback at Dean's eagerness to tell Layna.
"Ya know Dean, its noon, so it'll probably be crowded, she might not have time to talk."
"Well then we'll have to order something," Dean replied before turning his attention to the two-year-old who was contently playing with Dean's abandoned Power Rangers. "C'mon Jase, wanna go see Mommy?"
"Yeah!" the toddler cheered, rushing over to the coat hook to get his coat.

Several minutes later, they were at the small diner, which was packed to it's capacity. Over all the heads, they could barley make out two distraught looking waitresses running around giving the patrons food and drinks.
"Layna!" Dean called, sticking a hand up in the air so she'd see them. She nodded her acknowledgement, and turned back to the customer. They found seats at the only empty table in the far corner. Once she had finished with that particular customer, Layna made her way over to the trio.
"Hey strangers, what can I get you?" She asked, grinning.
"Burger and coke," Sam replied.
"Same."
"And I bet I know what you want!" She exclaimed to Jason, who was happily jumping up and down in his seat. "Macaroni and cheese!"
"Yaay!" the two-year-old cheered.
"Well, well, who's this Layna?" Another waitress asked, coming up next to Layna.
"Kathy, this is Sam and Dean, they're my cousins."
"Nice to meet you," Kathy directed to the brothers before turning her attention back to Layna. "Helena Wilson, stop working and spend time with your cousins. You've been working all the shifts since you started working here!"
"Oh, Kathy...are you sure?" Layna asked doubtfully.
"Sure as hell I am. Go!"
Layna laughed, handed Kathy her apron and left with Sam, Dean and her son.

"Cousins...nice," Sam commented smirking. Referring to the lie Layna told her co-worker.
She shrugged, "I'm a pro."
"So are we," Dean interjected.
"At least I haven't been arrested."
Dean was about to protest, saying it wasn't exactly his fault, but Layna spoke before he could get a word in edgewise.
"Get anything?" Layna asked as they crossed the street.
"Yep. Turns out it's a cowboy. And he's haunting the restaurant where the jail used to be."
Layna laughed. "Cliche if I ever heard one."
"Should we try and get it tonight?"
"You wanna leave Mason so soon?"
"Well, ya know, get this hunt done and then move on to the next one," Dean shrugged.
"Oh," Layna replied, flashing a small smile, but not meeting their eyes. She had thought she finally found friends after two years of being alone. After all, this town wasn't very welcoming to unwed mothers. She thought that she'd finally found people that were like her, that understood her. But apparently she was wrong. They were just going to leave, just like everyone else.
"Layna? Are you ok?" Sam asked, casting her an apprehensive look. She put on a fake smile, the one she was so accustomed to wearing and nodded.
"Just fine."