Kayla went through her closet and refreshed her wardrobe; maybe a few things that Dean would like. Unlike Sam, she was ready to get back to work. It wasn't that she didn't like being home, she did, to visit anyway. The whole lifestyles of the rich and famous thing never really felt right. Her parents weren't snobs by any means but they did enjoy the finer things in life and seemed to like the lavish lifestyle when they finally came into money. There was a knock at the door.

"Are you guys decent?!"

She smiled at the sound of Sam's voice and opened her door. "Dean's not even in here. My dad took him out to the garage to see his car collection." She went back over to the closet.

Sam came into the room. "Do you know if we're still on schedule for leaving tonight or did he want to wait until morning?"

"Well he seems to prefer driving at night, I assume he still wants to go ahead and go. Do you think he'll like this?" She held up a black, barely-there tank top.

"Uh, yeah I think he'll be a fan." He wiped the image out of his head. "Dean's been out there a while hasn't he?"

Kayla looked at the clock. "Yeah actually, maybe he came back in."

They went back downstairs and found her mom on the couch watching a movie.

"Have you seen Dean?"

"He's outside with your father. You know men, sports, cars…"

"Right." Poor Dean, she hoped he wasn't being interrogated. She sat down on the loveseat, Sam started to sit down but settled for leaning against the armrest.

"Sam I'm so sorry to hear about your dad." He nodded slightly in response.

Jesus. "Not in front of Dean mom."

"I didn't say anything in front of Dean. I just think it's terrible, you boys have been through enough." She saw from his expression that he didn't want to talk about it. "Has my daughter been behaving yourself?"

"Well it depends on what you mean by…"

Kayla shoved him, causing him to slide off the armrest. He laughed and sat down next to her.

"Yes mam, she keeps us in line."

::in the garage::

Dean took another swig of beer and propped his feet up on the cooler. "Yep, she's a beauty. Had to rebuild her after the accident but you know, had to do it. Couldn't just let it go."

Daniel Michelson nodded and cracked open another beer for himself. So far he hadn't seen anything in this kid to object to. Of course so far they'd just been shooting the shit. "So Dean?"

Ah crap, not again. If he has to hear 'so Dean' one more time…

"What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?"

His mind blanked. Fuck. "I um…come again?"

"She just seems to be taken by you and you don't come off as the relationship type. Not a serious relationship anyway, you're sarcastic, detached, distant, not to say anything against you because you seem like a good kid. But from a father's standpoint it doesn't look like it would lead to anything stable."

What is this guy a psych major? "And this is officially awkward."

Her dad leaned forward as Dean started to get up. "Dean." He sighed and stayed in his seat. "I like you, I do. I just don't want her to be hurt again."

He kind of felt like being a dick and blowing off the conversation all together. Dean didn't like explaining himself, not to anyone. He thought for a moment and regretted his bitterness towards the man; after all, he wasn't his father and he didn't have reason to be that way. The man was just worried about his daughter.

"Ok so you're right, I'm not Mr. Commitment. But I do love your daughter."

Dean kind of liked the way he looked at him then, an approving look, not one he was used to from a father figure.

"That's what's important."

Back in the house they continued their conversation with mom, she continued to be a little intrusive. It wasn't everyday they were there to ask questions.

"So besides your loss, how are you Sam?"

"Mam?"

"Having to fend for yourself."

Kayla smiled. "As soon as she's done being retarded, I'm gonna hook him up with this girl from the Roadhouse…"

"No you're not."

"Yes I am…"

"She's not interested…"

"Yes she is she told me…"

"Whatever."

"Did you just whatever me? Uh, no. Sweetheart, I am the whatever-er here."

"That's not even a word."

"I said it didn't I?"

Dean came in the side door with his hands in his pockets.

"You don't look shell shocked." Dean smirked at her, he wished she would have saved him from that conversation too.

"Are you kids sure you have to leave tonight? I was going to make a big dinner, why don't you leave in the morning? You can leave early, you don't even have to wait for us to wake up."

Kayla looked at Dean, who shrugged. "Can't argue with dinner can we?"

Her mom gave him a crooked smile. "Maybe you two can stay in your own rooms tonight."

It was gonna be a long night.