Chapter Four: Tattooed Heart

I still see the light in your eyes

The night you walked into my life

And how we danced

And the way we touched

Let me know if you'd be mine

And how your love has set me free

An angel watching over me

You lift me up if I should fall

Showing me love when
I was blind to it all
I face the fire and I stand tall
Knowing that you love me

The band finished up their last song. It had been four months since Benny had done what he did. Dean and Scott met eyes as the crowd cheered. Dean was glad that Cas had come tonight. He had wanted Cas to see his band perform. They moved to get off the stage. Dean usually wasn't a Journey type of guy, but that song fully encompassed how he felt about Cas. It had been a hard four months for him. Dean just wished he could do something more for Cas other than what he was doing. Dean put his guitar away. He knew that this was the farthest he wanted to go with the band. Dean wanted to stay here in Gatlin. It wasn't ever his goal to make it big or leave. Although Dean knew Scott might not agree.

Going up to the stage, Cas wondered why Dean had fallen for him. He was on a cane, but he would probably always have to use one. Cas was angry about that, and it was going to remind him of it every day. Not like he wouldn't anyway. Cas leaned to kiss Dean. "You're amazing, Dean Henry." Cas told him, using his middle name only to get his point across. Cas couldn't believe how amazing his boyfriend was at singing. That's when he heard a throat clearing, and he turned around to see his sister. He hadn't been calling or texting her back. So here she was. "Gabi, what the hell are you doing here? I haven't been calling you back for a reason." Cas said, looking at her. He wished he could cross his arms, but he had to lean on his cane. She took in the sight of him, and oddly enough, it must be the first time they'd seen each other in the last four months. He watched her look at him. "I was attacked, as I know you know." He said this pointedly. She hadn't shown up when he was dying. Cas just couldn't let go of his anger about that yet. He wanted to. Mostly because he knew it was bad to hold onto anger. "I'm not ready to forgive you, Gabi." He told her, his tone extremely firm.

Sharing a look with Dean, Gabrielle knew that she couldn't mention that she had spoken to Dean a few times. Gabrielle knew that Cas wouldn't be one bit happy. He'd be angry with Dean, too. She didn't want to make things bad for Dean. "I know you're angry, Cassie. And you have every right to be. I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you. I just have been trying to give you space. I wasn't sure what to say, either. And Michael…." Gabrielle saw the look of anger on his face. "He's choosing our parents' side. I got emancipated. I don't want to be theirs anymore." She did mean it. Her blue eyes stayed on Cas'.

Scott moved to Dean. "Dean, you know I hate to interrupt, but there's some girls who want your auto." Scott brushed curls out of his eyes. "I already signed mine." His tone was a bit pleased. He offered his hand to Gabrielle. "I'm Scott. It's nice to meet you." He said. "You must be Cas' sister." He added, and she nodded. "I'm a friend of Dean's." Scott said, and pointed out the girls to Dean. Scott met Cas' eye, and Cas was trying to convey something to him with his eyes. Scott looked back at Gabrielle. "I think Cas wants you to go." He said, and Cas nodded. She looked at them a moment longer and moved off. Scott touched Cas' shoulder. "Are you okay?" Scott asked, hoping she'd say yes.

Cas sighed. "She's… I really appreciate that, Scott." He and Scott had become good friends, they spoke about being a rape survivor felt. He looked over at the girls Dean was signing autographs for. "Those girls… they aren't too flirty, are they?" Cas fully trusted Dean. It wa the girls who hung around that he didn't. Scott told him not to worry. Cas moved to sit down, and Scott moved with him. Cas wasn't sure what to say about his sister. Cas brushed black hair out of his eyes. He settled better in his seat. "You are a very talented singer, Scott."

"Thanks, Cas." Scott said, setting his guitar on the floor by his chair. "I just wish Stiles could have been here." He was grounded for sneaking out. Scott brushed curls out of his eyes and looked at Cas. "Are you okay? Like…. flashback okay?" He asked. Scott himself was having lots of nightmares. "I'm dreaming a lot about… my… my dad." He said, his brown eyes getting a little misty. They scared him, and that's why Stiles was grounded. He'd snuck out to stay with him a couple of nights. Scott slept so much better when Stiles was with him. "I can't stop. I don't know what to do." Scott ran his hand along his scruffy jaw.

This is when Dean joined them with his guitar. He sat down next to Cas and Cas reached for Dean's hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. He knew it was okay to continue the conversation as it was, Dean knew Scott's past. "I know what you mean about not being able to sleep. I sleep better with Dean." Cas had moved in, and it hadn't seemed at all like the wrong thing. Cas was finishing up his high school tenure. He was actually jealous that Gabrielle was done, but at the same time glad because he didn't have to see her at school. "You might feel better if you start writing things down. That's what I do and it really helps." Cas bit his lip. He still had to hide his true feelings from everyone but Dean and it was hard. Scott saw more of him than others, but not all of him. Cas knew that he had to learn to be less closed off. But after all that he'd been through, it was hard to let anyone in. Dean waved down a waitress and ordered them all Cokes. There was no way they'd get sold any alcohol. Although Cas knew Dean's fake ID was a good one. Cas hadn't used one in his life, but because of his status back home, he and his siblings had been served anyway. Cas leaned over to kiss Dean. "I love you." He said, feeling grateful for him.

Casting his glance at Scott, Dean clapped Scott on the arm. "I'm so sorry for what you're going through." Dean said. He wanted to tell Scott that he should tell his mother, but he knew Scott would scoff at the idea. He didn't want to upset her. Dean got that, but it was crazy. The waitress came back, and they placed food orders. Dean was grateful that John was watching his baby girl. He had of course ordered a burger, fries, and a shake. He kissed Cas. "I love you more." Was his reply to Cas. Dean had enjoyed their set.

"Hey, ya'll." Ash said. He was the band's drummer, and he could be a bit slow on the uptake. "I already ordered my food." He informed them, as he sat down by Scott. He had news, but he wasn't sure if he should tell them or not. Ash played with the ends of his mullet. "So, I've got news." Ash just hoped that Garth wouldn't be upset that he was spilling the beans. They all looked at him. "I have been in touch with Garth. He's coming back to town." Scott and Dean looked at him with shock on their faces. "I guess it's safe" Garth had always been a bit of a troublemaker.

"So, you gonna start sleeping with him again?" Dean asked curiously. Ash, who wasn't one to blush, did so then. Dean chuckled and explained it for his boyfriend. "Garth is a friend of ours from high school. He and Ash used to bang." He didn't want to have to say anything about how Garth had gotten in trouble. That might cause Cas to judge him. It had only been pirated movies, and some pot. Two things that Dean didn't think should be illegal. He sipped his Coke. "I'm glad that he's coming back. Belle will love to see him again." Dean had of course hooked up with him in the past. It had been a huge, drunken mistake. He wasn't sure that he should tell Cas that they'd slept together. He wasn't exactly okay with the fact that Dean and Ash had. But it hadn't been anything but sex with the both of them. Dean knew that he hadn't actually been in love with anyone but Cas. Even Belle's mom, he'd since realized it had only been what he'd thought was love. Dean watched Ash's face, and he knew that the other man was guessing what Dean was thinking about. Dean gave him a look that he hoped said 'don't say a fucking word'. Dean knew how much Ash loved to cause trouble. He just didn't want to end up arguing with Cas. Things were good, and they had been. He turned to look at his boyfriend then, who seemed to know that he was thinking that something wasn't being said.

Looking back at Dean, Cas knew that there was a secret being kept. He looked then at Scott, who shrugged a shoulder. Cas looked at Ash. "What aren't ya'll telling me?" He asked. He didn't have a Southern accent yet, but he had started to pick up certain phrases and slang. Cas sipped his Coke and looked at Dean and Ash. "I'm not mad now, but I will be if ya'll don't tell me what it is." Cas didn't know what it was he expected to hear, but he knew it would niggle at him if he didn't know. Cas turned to Dean as his boyfriend began to talk. He told Cas that he and Garth had hooked up once, a few years ago, and it had meant nothing. Cas smiled. "Oh, that's nothing, Dean. I thought it was so much worse. You didn't know me and you were drunk." He waved one of his hands dismissively. "It's okay." He told hm, and leaned over to kiss him. Cas looked to Ash then. "You should see what happens with him, Ash. I mean, if that's what you want." He said, trying to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. He did want Ash to at least find a fuck buddy. He still felt jealous of him, even if he knew that nothing was ever going to happen with Dean and Ash again. It wasn't a part of himself that he didn't like, but he couldn't stop. He was working on it, though, as hard as he could.

"Thanks, Cassie, that wasn't at all subtle." Ash told him, and the waitress brought their food. He spread some ketchup on his fries and Cas tried to apologize. "It's okay, Cas. I'm not offended. I know that you just really love Dean." He said, and then took a bite of his burger. "Let me tell you though, Garth's got feelings for Dean, not me. That's why we used to fuck, he was trying to forget how he felt. He knew that Dean didn't feel the same way. And he's kept in touch with Bobby, not just me, and he knew that you and Dean are living together." Ash looked at Dean then. "Don't be pissed at him, Winchester. He was just passing on news so Garth wouldn't be blindsided."

To this, Dean couldn't be upset about. "I guess I can't be pissed. I'd want to know if it was me." He took a huge bite of his burger. His eyes fell on Scott as he chewed, and he'd not spoken in awhile. Dean knew that Scott needed to talk some more with Cas, and Ash was getting in the way of that. Dean gave the other a pity look, trying to convey that he was sorry. Dean said, "I'll be right back, gonna call and check on the rugrat." He got up and went to call his dad. He really did need to check on Belle. Dean wanted to make sure she hadn't given John any trouble at bedtime. She had a tendency to do that on occasion. Especially when it wasn't him or Cas that was tucking her in. She'd just gotten attached to Cas.

John picked up on the first ring. "You're supposed to be having fun, kid, not talking to me." He was getting a frozen pizza in the oven for him to eat. Belle was already in bed. He verbally wove off Dean's protestations. "Kid, relax. You know I've got all of this under control." He knew Dean didn't mean that he couldn't do it, babysit. He was just being too overprotective about his daughter. John moved to go back to wait on the pizza to be cooked. "Did I tell you that Jody asked me out? I wasn't expecting it at all. And we all know about Bobby and Ellen."

Jaw dropping, Dean felt like some chick on some soap opera. "Dad! That's big. You've been crushing on her for awhile. You gotta go. Mom's…" It was the first time in years that he hadn't called her 'Mary'. "I know what she did was shit. But Mary wouldn't want you to be alone. No one's saying you… have to find a woman, but at least date a little. Do it. Go get a coffee with Jodes." He said, then they went over details about the pick up time for the next morning and hung up. That's when he turned and saw an average height blond asking if anyone knew Dean Winchester.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck. She looked to be about sixteen. They weren't friends, what did she want him for? "Um, I'm Dean Winchester." Dean said, moving over to her. "Can I help you with something?" His heart practically stopped as she showed him some official documents that proved she was California Michaela Winchester. "You're… you're my sister?" They knew John hadn't been a monk, but he'd always worn a rubber. One and done was his motto. But also no love without a glove. "So why are you here? Do you want his money?" He had a bit, they fixed cars and were popular.

Callie looked up at him, tucking hair behind her ear. "Yes. My mama passed away and she said she wanted my dad to have me. Because he hadn't in my whole life. Since he had no idea that I exist. Since I turned eighteen just last week, he doesn't have to be my father, but I really would like it if he did." She knew her father had been a casual sex kind of guy, and she knew that there might be more of them. She'd only cared about meeting the ones they knew for sure were his. Callie looked at him, he was still in shock. "I'm sorry to spring this on you. I just got in town, actually. Long drive from Michigan."

Dean took her to his table, reaching for a chair. Then he explained how she was his and Sam's sister. Dean sat and immediately took a huge bite of his burger. He chewed, trying to wrap his mind around this. "I can't say what Dad's going to say, but family comes first in our family." Dean set his eyes on her. She had accepted some fries and a burger half Cas had offered her. He brushed a hand through his brown hair. "We'll find a place for you if Dad doesn't let you move in. But I know that he will. Dad's a good man. And he loves Sam and I. And my daughter."

At this, Scott spoke up, offering Callie his hand. "I'm Scott McCall, I'm Dean's friend. We're in a band together." Before he kept talking, Ash introduced himself too, and as the band's drummer. Scott finished his burger. "I can help you get assimilated at Gatlin High, if you're still in school." Scott really wasn't surprised that she was John's. John was always safe, but still, accidents happened. Scott knew Dean was right though, John wouldn't turn her away. She was a Winchester. "This town is probably smaller than you're used to though." He thought she looked like a city girl. She would have to go country to fit in.

Callie shook both of their hands. "I actually graduated early. I'm taking a gap year before college. I might actually not go. But I did get into Columbia, Duke, and UCLA." It was just pure dumb luck that she'd applied to Duke. It was the college closest to Gatlin. She had deferred with all three schools, but UCLA probably would never happen. She didn't want to go to California. Mostly because that was her name and the mocking would never end. "Plus, I want to get to know our dad." Callie was a bit angry that her mother hadn't told her father she existed. And Callie hadn't known until recently either. "I'm just so mad at my mom, she never told me until she was dying who my dad was. And John should have had the chance to be in my life. She took that away from him." The waitress came back, and five hot fudge sundaes and more Cokes were ordered. She brushed hair over her shoulder. "I am going to have to try and let it go without yelling or something. Because she's gone now, and I can't make her tell me why she did what she did." Callie met Dean's eye then, and she could see the empathy in his face. She wondered what his mother had done to him. Callie kept her eyes on him, and he kept his eyes on her. These felt o be some kind of unspoken camaraderie that they'd talk later.

Reaching out, Cas touched her arm. "We all have issues. Especially with our parents." Cas said. Even with the new development, he couldn't stop wondering if he should let his sister back in. He could get the being gay and scared about it. He'd had to go through that, too. But she'd known who she was. And she hadn't stuck up for him with the rest of the family. The conversation went on around him, the others telling Callie about Gatlin and the family. But he was too focused on her thoughts. He also had to consider the fact that Michael would probably never be in his life again. Cas knew Michael's views on the gay community would never change. He was too Baptist for that. Cas was also glad that he had this to focus on, for the time being he wasn't focused on what Benny had done to him. He went through good times with Dean and the family, but other times it was bad. His eyes fell on his cane. It hit him all over again and tried to focus on his problem with his sister. He had to make up his mind. He was just never not sure that he trusted her anymore. Cas spooned into his ice cream, and remained quiet, knowing Dean was noticing.

The following morning, John was dropping Belle off. He came in, and saw a teenage girl talking to Dean in the foyer. A girl who definitely wasn't from Gatlin. "Hello? I'm John, Dean's father." John said, handing Belle off to Dean. His face took on a shocked expression when Callie told him who she was, and Dean confirmed it. "I actually remember your mama." John said, in a daze. Then he heard Dean asking if Callie could stay with him. That snapped him back to reality. "Yes, of course. Ya'll know family comes first." The rest of it was family don't end in blood. He looked at Callie, his eyes wide.

"I was hoping that's what you'd say." Callie said, she was a bit hungover, when they'd come back here they'd drank and smoked some weed. "My stuff's still in my truck." Callie didn't miss the smile John gave her at the mention that she drove a truck. "It's a 59 Chevy, blue. I usually work on it myself." This earned her a group hug. Dean set Belle down, telling her to go find Cas in the kitchen. Callie brushed hair out of her eyes. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm sorry my mom never told you I existed." She lived a town over, John had gotten parts at a shop in her town and had met her mom. "I'm mad, and you should be too."

Shaking his head, John said, "We shouldn't judge her. Yeah, I only live half an hour away from ya'll's hometown, but she was such an independent woman. And maybe she didn't want to cause trouble with my family." John had been reeling from Mary cheating on him, and he couldn't blame Desiree, Callie's mom, for not telling him. He probably hadn't seemed like good dad material. "But there's no reason in talking over old memories. Or what didn't happen. We've got to make the most of this. We'll go to my place and get you settled."

"We'll have a family dinner here later." He said, and they agreed. John and Callie headed out, and he went over to the kitchen to meet Cas and Belle. He accepted the cup of coffee his boyfriend handed him. Belle was at the table, eating eggs and bacon. Dean took his plate as well and sat down with his daughter. It was times like this that Dean just really loved. It felt like family. He'd never thought he'd have this after Belle's mama left. "We're going to have the family over for dinner. We'll have to put the leaf in the table." Dean figured he could barbeque, it was easy.

At first, Cas had to bite his tongue at Dean not having asked him first. Sometimes large crowds made him nervous. But he would be okay. It was just his family. Because Cas considered the Winchesters to be his family, and they did him as well. "I think I'll invite Gabrielle. I think I'm going to give her a second chance. But if she blows it again, I'm done." Dean nodded his assent. Cas just hoped he wasn't making the wrong choice. It was still hitting him how much his life had changed so quickly. And although it had scared him at first how serious he and Dean had gotten, he wasn't going to end things. They were happy mostly.

"Whatever you want, babe." Dean said, as his phone began to ring. He was off, and so he knew it wasn't work. It was his little brother. Dean answered, and knew that Sam was probably freaking out that he was still the baby of the family. "What's going on, Sammy? You've got school." Dean said, fucking with him and a smile playing on his features. He couldn't help it. Dean ate some bacon, listening as Sam was reading him the riot act for not telling him about Callie. Dean sipped his coffee. "Sam, I was still kind of in shock. I wasn't trying to keep it from you or blindside you with it." Dean's tone was a tad exasperated. Sam just needed to chill and calm down both.

"Dean, this is a big deal!" Sam said, he was on his way to get Jo for school. They biked together, until Sam would be able to get his license, which wasn't for a few months yet. He turned onto Jo's street. He and Jo didn't usually ask Ash to pick them up, sometimes he had late nights due to insomnia. Sam and Jo would just sometimes get picked up by Ash in the afternoon. "I'm still the baby of the family and Callie's not even going to be in school." He came to a stop outside Jo's house, knowing she'd be out in a few minutes. "And Dad… he was married when she was conceived."

At this, Dean put down his fork. "Look, Sam, May had been cheating on him almost since I was born. And Dad knew. They didn't talk about it for a long time because Dad wasn't ready to lose her. Or hear it out loud. You were a baby when she died. You don't know what it was like with them." Dean was going to be 20 soon, and it still hit him sometimes how much tragedy had gone down in his short life. "We can't judge Dad for this. Mom had already been stepping out." He almost never called her that. He didn't really feel like she was his mom. He'd never had. He knew how hard John had taken the adultery.

It was always going to bother Sam that he wasn't ever going to remember his mother. It bothered him all year round, not just Decoration Day. He let what Dean said sink in. "But Dean, two wrongs don't make a 's coming, I gotta go. This isn't the end." Sam hung up, taking out his earbud as Jo biked up to him. After giving her a kiss, Sam moved to start them off towards school. They passed by Rufus Turner, Jody's deputy, cruising by on patrol and waved. Sam had already told Jo about his new sister. "I was just talking to Dean." He told her, trying to bridle in his anger. Jo didn't deserve him snapping at her.

Jo's blonde hair was braided, and she looked at him as they biked. "You gotta be feeling so mad. And there's no one to be mad at, since her mama's gone." Jo knew that she wasn't going to end up getting a long lost sibling. Her dad hadn't ever cheated on her mom. But, she thought Ellen might be pregnant, she was dating Bobby. If they got married, Ash would be her stepbrother though. Ash was Bobby's son. Jo had to pedal a bit harder to keep up with her boyfriend's longer legs. He was already taller than Dean, and Dean hated it. Jo was average height, and the shortest one of them all. But she didn't care. Ellen wasn't really tall, either. It was just biology.

They were quiet on the way to school the rest of the way, and put their bikes in the bike stand. They didn't have to lock them up. That's when a kid, a senior, named Jackson Whittemore, taunted Sam about his dad sleeping around. Sam looked at him, clenching his fists. "You want to get your ass kicked, Whittemore?" Sam asked, ignoring Jo's attempts at trying to get him to stop. Sam knew that this town talked about his family enough. He was sick of it. Before Sam could do anything, the other boy had hit him and the fight was on. Sam hit back, hard.

Before Jo could pull them apart, Scott came up and yanked Jackson off Sam. It had to be just adrenaline, because Jackson was definitely stronger than Scott. "Hey, stop that." Scott said, pushing Jackson away as he tried to go after Sam again. "You don't need to be fighting like this." Scott didn't even know what they were fighting about. But he didn't want Sam to get into trouble. "Go, Jackson, before a teacher comes." He said, and watched him until he'd walked away. Turning to Sam, Scott said, "He'd've kicked your ass, Sam! And your dad would have killed you." Although Scott got why Sam was sick of gossip.

"You shouldn't have stopped me." Sam said, his tone angry. "I'm sick of being in the family who gets talked about and mocked." Sam adjusted his bookbag and started towards the school. He was holding Jo's hand a bit hard, and had to loosen up a bit. He glared at the kids they walked by who stopped talking as they walked down the hall. Sam was trying to hold in his anger at his parents. It was all because of them that they were all talking. It was like when Dean got Belle's mom pregnant all over again. Sam had hated that, although he'd not been angry at Dean. Accidents happened. He told Scott the story about Callie. "So now I've got another big sibling. And she graduated early so she won't even be in school. Dd got her a job at the library. She's taking a gap year." Sam said this with disbelief in his tone. Although it might be a good thing that she wasn't going to be in school. He stopped by Jo's locker, and Scott did too. Sam ran a hand through his floppy brown hair. Jo opened her locker. Sam looked at Scott. "I just, I want everyone to live their own lives. And stop talking about ours." Sam knew it was never going to stop. It was just how Gatlin was. "I mean, Garth's coming back. And we all know why he left town. You'd think that'd be more important than what we've got going on."

Curls fell over Scott's forehead "I gotta go find my boyfriend. We'll talk more at lunch." He promised, and headed off down the hall. Stiles was just around the corner. Looking rushed. "Hey, bae." Scott said, moving to him and kissing him and hugging him tightly. They had only been able to see each other at school. "I can't wait till you're not grounded anymore." It was still a few more days. "You need to get better at sneaking out. You'll miss all of our gigs if you don't." Scott told him, wondering if he'd heard about Callie. He of course had already known. He'd not let Sam know.

"I know." Stiles looked at Scott. "I can't believe Garth is coming back." Stiles reached down and took Scott's hand. He traced circles on the back of Scott's hand with his thumb. "I hope he'll stay out of trouble this time. Rufus was really trying to catch him." He knew about Callie, but he also knew how Dean and Sam felt about gossip. So Stiles wasn't going to talk about it with Scott in school. If they did discuss it, it would be at home or on the phone. Stiles reached to run his fingers through Scott's curls. He loved playing with them. Stiles watched Scott's eyes flutter shut. He loved when Stiles played with his curls. Stiles leaned to kiss him again.

Leaning closer, Scott said, "You're going to get me all… hot." He blushed, any sex talk made him blush. And he knew that Stiles loved it. He blushed more as Stiles let his free hand graze Scott's cock through his jeans. Scott shivered. He stuck his red face in his boyfriend's neck. Scott loved Stiles, but he hated to blush in school. "We can't skip class to make out." Stiles smirked as Scott spoke. "You'll just get into more trouble with your dad if we get caught." His voice was muffled from still being in Stiles' neck. He shivered again when Stiles played with the curls at the nape of his neck. "Stop that." He lightly admonished.

Stiles slowly played with the silky curls, and felt Scott getting harder against him. Stiles couldn't help it. They hadn't gotten to see each other outside of school in more than a week. He leaned to nibble on Scott's earlobe, and Scott's body shivered again. Stiles tugged lightly on the lobe with his teeth. He was honestly surprised no one was stopping them. Stiles then moved to lift Scott's head and kissed him, his tongue slipping into Scott's mouth. Then Scott freaked out, he must be having a flashback. He dropped to his knees, and Stiles moved quickly, wrapping his arms around Scott's waist. Scott was crying and he buried his head in Stiles' chest. "I've got you, Scotty, bae, just breathe."

He took a shuddering breath, he'd had a flashback about Rafe. Scott tried to focus on Stiles' heart beating to calm down. It took a few minutes, but he finally started to breathe easily. He lifted his head to look into Stiles' eyes. "I'm sorry." Scott said, and Stiles immediately told him not to apologize. Scott couldn't go to class, his legs were too wobbly. He said, "I can't get up. My legs are like Jello." He wanted to go home, but he couldn't ask Stiles to take him home. They'd just get into trouble. He clung to Stiles, wishing that he'd stop having these flashbacks. He hated Benny Lafitte with every bone in his body. He was very, very glad that he was dead. Things had to start getting better, right?

Author's note: So, yes! An update. I love that Journey song, it SO fits Destiel. The 'angel' in it was what made me use it. I haves no idea where this is going. We'll all see together. Hope ya'll liked!