A week later, Sam and Dean returned with the money for a small house not far from where Adrienne lived with her sister. It also wasn't much bigger, but it was a house. Not a dormitory at Cornell University, a tiny two-bedroom apartment that was shared with a trashy girl who insisted on leaving her thongs in the bathroom and having sex with the door wide open, and it certainly wasn't a Lincoln-esque log cabin in the back woods. It wasn't on a main road, but the church was less than a mile down the street and there was cornfield behind them. Plus, Dean was the father of this child and even though Adrienne didn't trust that he cared as much as he said he did, it wasn't going to stop what he was to the human being she carried inside of her.

"You always have a place to stay if things don't work out there," Claire told her younger sister.

"Thanks, Claire," she said, placing her clothing in a cumbersome suitcase.

"You'll come and visit me?

Adrienne nodded.

"And make sure that cutie calls when you go into labor?"

"Of course," she laughed, zipping up the valise.

Adrienne promised to call and visit occasionally, hugging Claire. Dean stood on the front porch, waiting for Adrienne. He took her luggage from her and carried it to the car. She hugged her sister once more and stepped cautiously down the stairs. She hopped into the car, waved to her nieces and nephew, and watched as they faded away behind the pine trees that grew along the edges of the road. Dean sat in the driver's seat, fiddling with the volume of the radio. Sam smiled at his brother's sudden concern of this young girl who he hadn't known for anymore than a total of a month. Adrienne stared out the window, keeping a tally in her mind of every deer she saw along the way. Dean fixed the mirror only once, to see the reflection of her glimmering emerald eyes.

When the Impala pulled into the driveway, Adrienne was shocked to find that she was about to live in a cream-colored two-story house with navy blue shutters and a white picket fence. The front lawn was a lush green that contrasted with the hanging baskets, which contained some variety of ivy. Adrienne stood at the gate, mesmerized. Sam opened the entrance for her, almost as if to say, "I swear you're not dreaming." Of course, the painful kick that came from her uterus confirmed it. After she walked through the bulky door though, Adrienne was positive that it was all in her imagination. The entire home was furnished. That's when she turned to Dean.

"Like it?" he asked, a goofy smile on his handsome face.

"More than you even know," she sighed.

The sounds of footsteps on the wooden floors echoed through the silent house. It hadn't been lived in for so long and now the dwelling was being occupied again. Tears welled up in her eyes and one rolled down her cheek. Dean stood beside her and tenderly wiped it away with his thumb. Dean showed her upstairs where the bedrooms were.

"It's got four small rooms. One for Sam, the baby, you, and me, that is if you want a separate bedroom," Dean explained to her.

Adrienne turned to Dean with a genuine smile on her face for the first time in years. He smiled back, helped her unpack. He left her alone to take a nap in her new bed, shutting the door gently. Dean walked down the stairs again into the kitchen where Sam was making a list of the other things they would need.

"What's that smile, man? It's starting to freak me out a little bit," Sam joked.

"Shut up, dude. I don't know, it's just… she's so reserved and quiet. Sorta weird for me, right?"

"Just a bit."

Dean smiled to himself again. This wasn't like him, all erratic and foolish, but he enjoyed it. He felt dizzy and weird, but he missed it. She had brought all of that out. Unfortunately, the reason they were there wasn't because they were meant to be together. They may have been polar opposites, but he was no Robert Redford, she was no Barbra Streisand, and this was not The Way We Were. For that, he was truly sorry. He had hoped it would only be that easy, but with his father gone, he had to make sure he protected Sam, Adrienne, and his unborn daughter. Though, maybe it would be easier staying in one place. Staying in a home…