Chapter 5

Ethan Rayne had tried to run from Sunnydale after casting his spell, but Willow had cast a tracking spell and Xander had known several shortcuts that had allowed them to catch up with him. Buffy was just glad that they had caught up to Ethan before he reached LA. She hadn't wanted to call in Angel. Now that she was with John, things were a bit awkward between them. That was always the way it was when she had a new boyfriend, the old one never took it well, but at least this time Angel had met John and he approved of him. Angel hadn't liked Riley and the little meeting between the two of them hadn't gone over well.

Ethan had been hitchhiking of all things, and had caught a ride with an unsuspecting man just outside of Sunnydale. When they had caught up with the men in the car Willow had sent a small magical charge into the car's computer shutting it down, and thus turning off the car. The driver had pulled off the road before getting out and fiddling under the hood, reassuring Ethan that it was probably just a small glitch.

Xander pulled his car off the road behind the stranded duo and Willow pointed out to Faith which of the two men was Ethan Rayne. Faith jumped out of the car as soon as Xander brought it to a halt. In a flash she was over behind Ethan and knocking him out. Then she picked him up and brought him back over to the hood of Xander's car. Willow hurried up to the driver of the car and explained that Ethan wasn't a very nice person and they needed to get him back to Sunnydale so he could go back to jail.

She cancelled the shut down spell as Xander made a big fuss over seeing whether or not Ethan had done anything to the driver. While Willow and Xander took care of the driver, Faith and Buffy were tying up and gagging Ethan. They put him in the backseat and got in on either side of him. After finishing scaring the poor driver into thinking he had picked up a mass murderer or something, Willow and Xander returned to his car. After getting in the car, Xander drove off back towards Sunnydale.

Xander looked in his car's rear view mirror and caught Buffy's scowl. "Giles said that it wasn't bad Buffy. Everything will be just fine. Dean and Sam didn't have a big part in the wedding, so whatever happened to them won't affect the wedding and we'll be able to deal with whatever Ethan did to them afterwards. Faith can guard,"

"Xander, enough, I do know all of this. I just want to see Dean and Sam and make sure they are alright." Buffy paused and punched Ethan who was stirring again. "I'm also pissed Ethan got away from wherever he was." Buffy said shortly. She didn't want to mention any possibility of her mother's wedding being compromised by Ethan's spell. Unless Giles had lied to her, and he wouldn't, the wedding itself was still safe but Dean and Sam had fallen to the event curse. What could Ethan have done to them?

"What I'm saying is that Giles said this isn't a very big problem, but it is a problem so everything else should run smooth. The curse has fired for this important occasion." Xander said, hoping that would work. Faith, sitting on the other side of Ethan, kept her mouth shut. Dawn had filled her in on all of the occasions that had gone wrong for Buffy since her death at the hands of the Master nearly four and a half years ago. It was an impressive list and she couldn't bring herself to disagree with Buffy's declaration that she was cursed.

"I'm sure they'll be alright Buffy." Willow said from the front seat. "Giles asked for Wesley, not Tara or Elizabeth. That has to mean that the spell isn't too bad for them. I'm sure it will be cleared up in no time."

"Giles said that Ethan never does the same thing twice Willow. That means the only thing we know for sure is that they haven't been turned into demons or costumes and they haven't been forced to think that they're teenagers again." Buffy bit her lip. "It's all the other things that he could have done that worry me, especially since the spell was meant for John and Giles."

"I'm sorry." Faith apologized. "If I hadn't knocked him out, we could have asked him."

"Don't worry about it Faith." Buffy sighed. "If you hadn't knocked him out he might have put a spell on us and then we really would have been screwed."

A worried silence filled the car after that. It would be another two hours before they got back to Sunnydale and could see for themselves what Ethan had done.

The first thing that registered in Dean's mind was that his head hurt. The second was that he was holding Sammy and that his dad's hand was on his head. It felt good and helped with the pain. Had he hit his head? Dean slowly processed the thought. His brain felt sluggish. Wait, Sammy was between him and Dad. That meant something bad had happened. His mind stalled again.

Something bad had happened! He sat straight up and grabbed his head, which had decided to explode. It was a minute before he could see through the pain. He tried to force it back. Something bad had happened and Sammy was hurt. Dean looked down at his little brother, but it looked like nothing was wrong. Dean looked his dad over, but there was nothing that he could see wrong with him either. Dean looked up at his dad and asked, "What happened to Sammy? Is he ok? Are you ok?"

"Everything is going to be fine Dean." John said quietly. "Someone just put a spell on you and Sam so we're waiting to see how the two of you feel. Does your head hurt or is it something else?" From the looks of things to John, Dean at least had gone straight to a hangover, which was a good thing as it hopefully meant that he wouldn't get alcohol poisoning from being reduced to about half his normal size.

"My head hurts, sir. I can't see very well, the lights are too bright and my stomach hurts." The answers came automatically while Dean tried to process the idea that someone had put a spell on Sammy and him. "Is Sammy going to be ok?"

John smiled, "Everything is going to be just fine. If Sammy wakes up, tell him I've gone to get some medicine. Ok, sport?" At the nickname Dean visibly relaxed Giles saw. There was definitely something going on in the undercurrents of the conversation between Dean and John.

"Dean, this is Rupert Giles, do you remember him?" This was the vital question but John already knew the answer. If Dean had remembered he would have said not only something about the fact that Sam was once again a six year old, but he would have made a smart remark about a semi or having a hangover.

"No sir." Dean said, watching the stranger covertly.

"He's a friend like Pastor Jim, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Dean said and turned back to watching Sammy. Dad had said that Mr. Giles was someone he could trust, although he wasn't going to trust Sammy with him until he knew the man was alright. John got up and Dean scooted over into his spot, pulling Sammy into his lap. Dean checked the side of the bed, reassured when he saw the shotgun. Dad wasn't leaving him and Sammy alone with someone he didn't know, (even if he was supposed to,) without a weapon to defend him and his little brother. That was the last little bit of reassurance that Dean needed. Whatever spell was used on him and Sammy, it hadn't gotten Dad too.

It hardly took but a minute for John to get some aspirin and water for Dean. "Take this and drink the water slowly. You need to get as much of it as possible down but don't chug it or it'll come back up." While Dean took the medicine John checked Sammy's pulse. He was starting to wake up. "Ok, Dean here's the sit rep. The spell did two things to you. It gave you amnesia, which means you can't remember things you should know, and it regressed you, which means that this morning you were a grown up and right now you're a little kid. Do you understand?"

Dean sat and tried to think. His headache was beginning to fade, but it still was interfering with his ability to process what his father was saying. He thought he had the jist, but just to make sure he repeated back to his dad. "I can't remember stuff I'm supposed to, like who Mr. Giles is. I get that." He paused and stroked Sammy hair out of his eyes; it was time to give him another haircut. Dean hoped that Sammy wouldn't give Dad a hard time about it this time. Sammy hated getting his hair cut.

He knew by the way Sammy wasn't moving that he was awake now. Sammy always woke up faster than Dean did and he was very good at not moving until he was sure it was safe. Of course spending time at Pastor Jim's summer camp where Bobby would do stuff like hang water balloons over your head set to bomb your bunk if you moved wrong had taught them how to do that. "I'm not sure what you mean by being a grown up this morning and a kid now though."

John got up off the bed and went over to the far side of his dresser. Out of the top drawer he took out a small fire safe. He unlocked it and took out an even smaller photo album. He carried the photo album back over to Dean. He sat down and Dean rearranged himself and Sammy so that Sammy was across their legs and Dean was tucked under John's arm.

John was glad to see that Dean was as relaxed as he could be under the circumstances. He opened the album and showed Dean the first picture inside. It was of the three of them in front of the garage. "Dean this picture is of the three of us. Sammy is the tall one and the other one is you. This picture was taken about four months ago."

Dean poured through the pictures. Pictures weren't something that Dad took very often so these were important. "What's this one Dad?" He pointed to a picture of what looked like one of those fancy dinners he'd seen on TV. There wasn't a turkey so it wasn't Thanksgiving or Christmas at the house of someone they had helped. That had only happened twice, both times at Thanksgiving, but Dean had really liked it. They usually spent Christmas with Pastor Jim if they could make it.

John smiled. Dean would pick out the most important picture in the bunch. "That was the celebration we had when we destroyed the demon that killed your mom, kiddo. The lady at the end is Joyce and she and Mr. Giles are getting married tomorrow and we're going to help with the wedding. That girl next to you," John pointed to Faith, "Is your girlfriend. She and most of the others at the table are hunters of one kind or another."

Dean stared horrified at his dad. "MY GIRLFRIEND!" He started making gagging noises and pantomiming throwing up. There was just no way that he could have a girlfriend! He had sworn that would never happen. He'd given his solemn word. He had promised Sammy! John just laughed. Dean stopped and stared. He hadn't heard his dad laugh like that in years, not since Mom had been killed by the monster.

Sam sat up and peered over the photo album at the picture. He then looked at his dad. "Where is Dean's girlfriend? Are you teasing Dean, Dad?" He asked. He had never heard his father laugh like that. The last time Dad had teased Dean he had chuckled, but he hadn't laughed.

"No Sammy that really is Dean's girlfriend." John moved the album away from his body so Sam could squirm his way into a sitting position between Dean and John where he could see this mystery girl. John showed Sam the picture and began to point out the people in it. "That is you and the girl next to you is your sister, Dawn."

"When did we get a sister?!" Dean demanded.

"About ten months ago some monks used magic to make her. She is a real girl and she is your sister, so you boys be nice to her, do you understand?" John waited.

"Yes sir." Came the chorus. "Does she have a mom, Dad?" Came the question from Sam. John reminded himself that Dawn was worse and he had promised to be more patient with Sammy's questions.

"Yes she does. That is Dawn's mother right there." John pointed to Buffy.

"So, she was a little baby who got big by magic and we were big grown ups who got little by magic?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sammy." John replied.

Dean just sat back and wondered how long it would be before his dad lost his temper with Sammy's questions. He hoped that it would be a while because the whole thing was making his head spin. "Is Dawn's mommy our mommy now?" Sammy asked.

"No, Dawn's mommy isn't your mommy just yet. We are thinking about it though."

Sammy wasn't sure why Dawn's mommy wasn't his new mommy, but he figured he'd better ask Dean later. "Did you really kill the monster who killed Mommy, Daddy?

"No, Sammy, I didn't kill it, your brother did." John looked proudly at Dean who didn't think he could take any more shocks.

"Dean did?" Sammy asked in awe. The hero worship that had never left his eyes grew to enormous proportions.

"Yes he did. We all got to help, even you, but Dean was the one who killed it."

"If we were big yesterday and we're little today, how are we going to help Mr. Giles get married?" Sam asked.

"Well, we were guarding Mr. Giles so no monsters could ruin the wedding by hurting him, but now he wants to know if either of you would like to be his ring bearers?"

"Yes!" Sammy shouted. That sounded like a ton of fun to him. He always liked to watch the weddings Pastor Jim did.

"Ooof!" John grunted as Sam bounced on his belly. "Down, you little scamp! I want my dinner to stay in my stomach." John grabbed Sam and bending him over his lap began tickling.

"Dean help me!" Sammy squealed. Dean couldn't believe his eyes. His dad was tickling Sam! Dean tackled John and they all fell of the bed. Giles hurriedly pulled his legs out of the way. It seemed that the boys had taken the news that they were children again well, although he now knew just where Dawn had received her inquisitive nature from.

Just then Wesley came in holding two small garment bags. "These are the only small tuxes in the entire town at the moment. If these don't fit, we'll have to come up with something else."

"Here we go boys." John set them both on their feet, and they stood trying to hold their boxers up.

Sam seemed to make the connection between his oversized boxers and the pictures they had been looking at earlier. "Hey! When I'm big, I'm bigger than Dean, Dad!" He started poking Dean in the stomach. "I'm bigger than you, I'm bigger than you." He sang.

"Not right now you aren't squirt!" Dean tackled his brother losing his boxers in the process. He didn't mind it was only guys there and his dad was watching to make sure they were safe. Right now he had a little brother to subdue. Sam was shocked at his brother's indifference to losing his pants and could only try in desperation to hold onto his as Dean was trying his best to tickle him into submission. John shook his head at the sight and turned to checking out the tuxes. Even shrunk back down to being kids again, Dean and Sam would always be Dean and Sam.

A/N: This chapter is for Frogstompinfun who asked for this chapter for her twenty first birthday. Here it is a little bit late, but the wishes are still the same. Be safe and have a great time!

Chapter 6

Buffy hurried into the Winchester garage and up to the apartment above. It was going to be terrible, she just knew it. There was no way it couldn't be with Ethan Rayne being behind the spell that had misfired on Sam and Dean. "Guys?" she called as she walked in. Giles and Wesley walked out of John's bedroom with small smiles on their faces. Buffy blinked, how could they be trying not to laugh when something horrible had happened to Dean and Sam?! "Are they all right?"

"Ah, Buffy," Giles began, only to be interrupted by a small whirlwind running out of the room with only a very large shirt on.

The whirlwind came into focus wrapped around her knees and transferred the energy into a multitude of questions. "Are you Buffy? Are you Dawn's mommy? Can you be my mommy? My Daddy says you're thinking about being my mommy. Do you like my Daddy?"

Buffy stared down at a mop of shaggy brown hair, soulful eyes, and an engaging grin that was continually pouring out questions. "Sam is that you?"

"Uhuh! Daddy says I was big and I got little! Did you know that when I'm big, I'm bigger than Dean?" The question came out in a rush with a hint of glee out of the small child. Buffy bent down and picked up Sam, settling him on her hip. Sam didn't stop chattering the entire time. "We can't remember stuff we're supposed to like Mr. Giles and Mr. Pryce and you but we're going to be ring bears for Mr. Giles! I like ring bears! They get funny suits that look like grown ups suits and I get to carry stuff for the wedding! Are you going to have a wedding with my daddy? I can be the ring bear for that one too! Daddy says you're a hunter like he is. Do you hunt mosters and ghosts too? I like it when Daddy takes us hunting, but he always says I gots to stay in the Impala cause I'm little. I'm going to be a hunter too when I get big again." Buffy nodded calmly at the little chatter box in her arms and carried him over to John's bedroom. "Don't go in! Dean's got no pants on!" Sam said in a stage whisper loud enough to be heard on the other side of town.

Buffy glanced at the Watchers, realizing just why they had their mouths covered and their shoulders were shaking. Little Sam was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. "Ok, I won't go in. John," Buffy called out, "I'm here and I've got Sam in the living room, ok?" Turning back towards the couch she sat herself and Sam down on it. "I'm not a hunter Sam, I'm a Vampire Slayer. That is kind of like a hunter but I don't hunt ghosts very often."

"Sammy!" a very embarrassed Dean came marching out of the bedroom with his father behind him with the intention of pounding on his little brother. How could he tell some lady that he had no pants on! Then he got a good look at Buffy. This was his dad's girlfriend? He stared at her with suspicious eyes. She couldn't be the one Dad had been telling him about. She was way too small.

He didn't like her, he decided. There was no way in hell he was going to like her no matter what his dad said. She wasn't pretty and she couldn't hunt and she couldn't keep Sammy safe. "It's bedtime Sammy." Dean picked his little brother up off the couch and carried him off to the room Dad had said was his. Sammy waved goodnight to everyone in the living room. Sammy was sleeping with him until the spell wore off and they were big again. That way he would stay safe. John caught a glare from his eldest and wondered what had set Dean off.

He collapsed on the couch next to Buffy. "How long are they going to be like that?" Buffy asked her Watcher, who was the only expert they had on Ethan's spells.

"It will wear off in about a week." Giles chuckled. "They are the sweetest boys, John. It is no wonder that you couldn't bear to part with them for any reason."

"It was too dangerous. It will still be too dangerous." John looked at Wesley and Buffy, "I'm going to need both of you to help me look after them for the week. Sam is a demon magnet and there are too many demons in this town that would want to kill him for Dean and him to be left alone."

"You don't even have to ask." Buffy said and kissed John, not knowing that Dean was watching from around the corner. "Ethan is tied up at the mansion, and Faith won't have to guard him during the ceremony. Spike can do that. The rest of us can take turns watching the boys tomorrow. We'll figure out the rest of the week later. I had better let the others know what happened to Dean and Sam." Buffy stood up and pulled her cell phone out.

Wesley stopped her. "We'd better tell Faith in person so she realizes we're not lying to her about her boyfriend."

Unseen, Dean shuddered at the mention of 'his' girlfriend. There was just no way could it be true, although he knew his dad wouldn't carry on a joke like that for hours. I'm supposed to be a grown up, he thought, so I guess maybe I could have a girlfriend, but she had better be a cool one! Not like her! Dean glared at the blond sitting practically in his dad's lap. The adults were going over the wedding stuff that bored him silly now, so he crept back to his room. He carefully stepped over the salt wards surrounding his bed and climbed in next to Sammy. He would keep his little brother safe.

"Dean," Sammy whispered, this time in a real whisper, thus proving to his older brother that he did indeed know how to do it. "Why isn't Dawn's mommy our mommy?" He wanted to know but he knew better than to ask his daddy. Daddy always got sad at mommy questions.

Dean stiffened. This was one conversation he really didn't want to have right now. He didn't want to be mean to his baby brother, but how could he explain? "We already have a mommy, Sammy. She's an angel, remember?" He had told Sammy the story lots of times.

"Yeah, but Karen's mommy died and she got a new mommy. Why can't we get a new mommy? Buffy says she's a Vampire Slayer, that's kinda like a hunter, so she already knows about hunting. We don't have to keep it a secret from her." Sammy tried to persuade Dean. "And Daddy says that they're thinking about it!" He said the last in triumph. He knew his dad always tried to do the stuff he said he was thinking about. Sometimes it didn't happen, but sometimes it did.

Dean sighed. He didn't want a new mother under any circumstances. But Sammy did want a mother and Dean knew that was because other kids had one and he didn't remember theirs like he did. Dean felt torn in half. One the one hand there was no way he wanted a new mother, but on the other hand Sammy wanted one really badly. Maybe he could pawn the pressure off onto someone else. Yeah, that would do it! He knew how annoying Sammy could be when he wanted something, and this way he wouldn't have to break his brother's heart by telling him that he didn't want a new mom. "It's not Dad's decision Sammy. All Dad can do is ask her and she is the one who says yes or no. Now go to sleep, we have to do that wedding thing tomorrow."

Sammy smiled at his brother. They were going to get a new mom! The thought thrilled him as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when they showed up at the church, a somewhat frantic Faith was watching for them. In honor of the occasion she had forgone her usual leather and was actually wearing a dress because she knew that Joyce would like to see her in one. It wasn't easy for her. The heels she took too easily, her slayer abilities helping her to stay upright on the very slender high heels. It was the dress itself that she was worried about. Well, that and the fact that her boyfriend, the only person who could have possibly made this better for her was now ten years old instead of twenty seven years old. She was fully in Buffy's corner when it came to dating older men, especially if they were Winchesters. Dating Winchesters sure had changed both of their shitty luck with men. She only hoped that this wouldn't kill things between her and Dean.

She spotted her Watcher coming into the church and right behind him was a little boy. Behind them were Giles and John with an even smaller boy, so the first one had to be Dean. Faith raced up to Wesley who stared in shock. "Don't give me that Wes! It's for Joyce. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find a place to hide my weapons!" Faith shook her head. "You all need to follow me. I'm supposed to show you where you're changing. Hi Dean, god you were cute as a kid. Promise me you won't laugh at the dress?" She pleaded as she hustled the men down the hallway to a room.

"You've got weapons hidden in there?!?" Was all Dean could say as he followed his dad. He couldn't see how she had hidden anything. She was wearing a dress and there was no place to hide stuff in one of those. It wasn't like she could stuff a gun into the back and pull her top down over it like he could with his pants and shirt.

"Of course I do." Faith smirked. "Look here." She knelt down in front of Dean as the others went into the changing room. "You see these fancy things in my hair?" Dean nodded. "Three of them are wood stakes and the other three are blessed silver stakes. You need to be up close to use them, but that's what usually happens anyway. I've got two guns under my skirt strapped to my legs and I've got a dagger hidden in the waistband." She gestured towards each as she named them. "I've got holy water here," She gestured to her cleavage, "And my shoes can double as stakes if I need them. I took out two vampires that way once. I don't think we'll have any trouble but it pays to be prepared."

Dean stared wide eyed at Faith. "I hit the girlfriend jackpot." He finally whispered.

Faith blushed and told him to get in the changing room. Buffy came up as Dean shut the door behind him. "Chill B, Giles and the guys are here. There's been no injuries, no abduction, etc. Everything's going great."

"Maybe Xander's right and the curse has already struck for this." Buffy muttered. She didn't dare get her hopes up. Faith gave her sister slayer a hug and watched as Buffy ran off to check on something else. She hoped that Buffy would be able to get through the day without having a heart attack from the stress.

Buffy checked on her mom, who looked wonderful, and told her that Giles and the others had arrived. Then she scurried around the church checking everything there was to be checked. It wasn't until she was checking the guests for the third time that she found herself wrapped in John's arms. She had no idea how he always seemed to know how much she needed to feel him wrapped around her with her head tucked under his chin. It had become her favorite position to stand in when she needed a cuddle. "Everything is going to be fine, Buffy. Calm down and enjoy the ceremony. It's almost time for you to get into your place." John said, rubbing her back.

"Was your wedding this stressful?" Buffy asked.

'Why did she have to ask that?' John wondered. "Ummm, yes it was, in its own way. You see, Mary and I eloped the night she proposed to me. I was half plastered and I'm not sure just how drunk she was. You wouldn't believe the hassles we had though, trying to get everyone who was drunk upright and finding someone who wasn't drunk to drive us to Vegas." John shook his head. "That was one crazy night. I barely made it back before I got into trouble. My CO couldn't believe I'd gone and done it."

"She asked you, huh?" Buffy asked, finally understanding why John had messed up his proposal to her.

"Yes, she was a hell of a woman. She always knew what she wanted and she just went out and got it no matter what anyone said."

Before Buffy could start to tease John about his proposal, Sammy raced up and threw himself at Buffy's knees. "See Buffy, see! I'm a ring bear!" He proudly showed off the tiny tux he was wearing.

"You look wonderful Sammy." Buffy praised, distracted by his antics. John was relieved that Sammy had gotten her attention off his previous wedding. The teasing he had gotten from the boys had been bad enough, he didn't need more of the same from his girlfriend.

"It's time." Wesley said as he came up with Giles. Faith followed holding onto Dean's hand. While Dean was busy asking Faith questions about the kinds of demons she had killed, Wesley was doing his best just to keep Giles from keeling over from stage fright. He had been so busy making sure that the wedding didn't have any supernatural problems and keeping up with his usual rounds of slaying, watching and running the Magic Box that it hadn't hit him until now that he was getting married. "Places everyone." John took his place on one side of Giles and Wesley took the other, together they herded him into the chapel.

Faith and Buffy both took one of the boy's hands and met Joyce and Dawn at the back door to the chapel. They were just in time for the wedding march to start. Faith opened the door and Buffy started Sammy down the aisle. Sammy concentrated very hard on walking just the way his dad had told him to. When he reached about a third of the way down the aisle, Faith gave Dean a small push to get him started. Dawn followed Dean, and Buffy followed Dawn with Xander escorting Joyce last.

When the wedding march started it took all of Giles concentration to stand upright. It was strange; he mused, that he could stand up to any number of demons and the like, but the sight of his family bringing Joyce down the aisle made him weak in the knees. Xander handed Joyce to Giles and went over to where Willow and Tara waited. Elizabeth was sitting on the other side, standing in as she had promised for the rest of Giles' blood family.

All three witches had quietly policed the guests to make sure that no one with ill intent had entered the church. The fact that there were such guests as Willie the bartender and several demons as well as Joyce's 'normal' friends made the precautions more than reasonable. There was no trouble at all through out the ceremony, even the presentation of the rings went well with Sammy piping up 'here you go Mr. Giles!' when he shoved the ring pillow at the groom. Giles smiled at the little boy, took the ring and slipped it onto Joyce's hand. The kiss was short and sweet and then Giles led his new wife down the aisle. They gathered at the front of the church for Joyce to throw the bouquet, and then at last, they got into Giles's car and off they went.

"Ok, ceremony over, now all we need to do is get through lunch and the opening of the gifts." Buffy muttered as she leaned on John while holding Sam, who was busy waving at the car.

"That'll be a lot easier to get through. They're married now, so the rest is just icing on the cake." John assured her.

"Easy for you to say John, you didn't catch the damn flowers!" Faith huffed. She had been sure that Buffy would catch them, but they had practically hit her in the face. Dean was looking at them like she'd caught a handful of slime demon mucus. "Don't worry, Dean. I ain't looking to get hitched and it don't mean we gotta. That's just an old wives tale."

"She's right Dean." John reassured his son. Dean took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. That was good, there was no way he was ready to get married.