Maybe we shouldn't be here. Doubt clouds Mae's mind again. Tears shimmer in her eyes as she remembers her own parents' death.

"What's wrong?" Lilly asks as she takes the last pie out of their portable oven, blowing hair out of her face, hip jutted as she looks for a counter to put the last pie on. I think we overkilled this… but we weren't sure of their comfort foods. Eh. Lilly looks over the food crowding Bobby's kitchen.

"You think we over did it too, don't you? Shit." Lilly says as she balances the pie on top of books on a shelf. The look on Mae's face makes her think she agrees.

Mae rubs her eyes, as if pulling herself from a dream. "Wha-, no, I don't think it's overdone. This is what my house looked like every time..." Her voice trails off as she slips back into memories.

"Oh thank God, cause honestly, part of me doesn't think it's enough..." Lilly responds crossing her hands in front of her chest, wary of stepping on a potential emotional land mine.

"Hey Lilly?"

"Yes Mae?"

"Um, maybe we shouldn't be here. I mean, I want to be here for them. But-"

"Nah. Fuck that. We are right where we should be. Emotional punching bags for John's kids. Do you want them to do what we did? To each other? They might not like it, but they'll get over it. We just won't force them to talk. No biggie." Right. That's what friends are supposed to do; be there whether they are wanted or not. I'm not letting what happened to us, happen to them. Nope. Fuck that.

Mae looks at her, frowning. "What about the funeral?"

"Ah, well, we'll be there for them. That's why we're here. Well, that and closure. John may not have been your blood father but... Just make sure you're careful of what you say." Lilly finishes, her worry clear in her tone.

"Do you think they'll let me plant a tree for him?" She asks quietly, tears spilling down her face.

"They... um, hmm. Maybe it would be best to not mention it right now. People usually get apprehensive with our… Quirks, when it comes to this sort of thing." Lilly responds with a shrug.

They both go quiet as the car pulls into the yard.

"Look. They're here. Let's try to not fuck this up, Okay?" Lilly says awkwardly, as she starts taking the aluminum foil off some of the dishes and grabs several beers, setting them out with the plates and silverware.

Mae just nods, wiping at the tear tracks on her face. She stands from her chair, making room for the guys.

This never gets easier does it? Lilly just lets out a heavy sigh moving back to lean against the sink, a frown etched into her face and arms crossed.

After several moments the door opens and Bobby and the brothers enter the room. The grim expressions carved into the brothers' faces, shift into looks of disbelief as their senses are assaulted by the mountains of food.

Bobby grumbles something and shakes his head as he drops the boys' bags. I was gone for like five hours. Gidjits.

Dean shakes his head before grabbing his bag from where Bobby had put it down and exits the room in silent anger.

The rest of the occupants just stare at each other in silence for several moments, before Lilly finally breaks in with an awkward and lame "S'up? Long time no see… Food's here if you want it. Figured you might not have eaten. Don't feel obligated."

"It kept us busy. And from cleaning too much." Mae adds, offering a weak smile.

"To be fair, I still cleaned the hell out of your house. Sorry-not-sorry, old man." Lilly responds with a shrug.

Sam snorts, covering a laugh. "Well, it does look good. Sorry about Dean; he-uh, he hates flying."

"It's fine Sam. Don't bother. It's a shit situation. We're here. He'll get over it. Eventually. Maybe. Or he'll hate us more. Eh. Either way. We are here, and not going anywhere." Lilly says awkwardly. Oh, how I missed the rambling. Fuck me.

"Unless you want us to leave-" Mae starts, only to be interrupted by Lilly "I'm not leaving. We are not leaving. Deal with it."

"Girls, I'm not kicking ya out, stop it. An' the boys don't mind ya being here, do ya boy?" Bobby says, as he moves to grab a plate and starts scooping random food on it. I'm not letting their work go to waste. This is what you wanted, right, Karen? Kids? A family?Did you know how dysfunctional it would be?


A/N: We know this was short, but other chapters are much longer, so it will balance out. Please stop a moment and let up know what you think thus far. It doesn't hurt you, and anything you have to add is welcomed.