Sorry for the delay, but do to complications with the editing stuff on the site, I couldn't upload it til now.

This chapter goes out to Tia of 2people for just being awesome and such an inspiring writer.

I own nothing but the idea for this funny, romantic, and awkward fic.

Ch.10

Sams P.O.V.

I don't think I had ever been in a more awkward situation.

Honestly, how can you get more awkward than sitting in front of an older Italian man with squinty eyes, battle scars from countless (not to mention dangerous) hunts, and possible relations to the Italian mob. Something told me that if I wanted to stay alive, I'd keep still and try not to look nervous. I mean, for crying out loud, I'm a hunter! I'm not afraid of anything!

Except in-laws I guess...

"So, Sam," Giovanni's voice startled me out of my thoughts. "You know how to wash dishes?"

I couldn't help but stare. "Uh, I guess yeah."

"Gio, leave the poor boy alone. He is our guest after all," said Eliana as she strode in with a clean table cloth. "Sam, you just ignore that old man. He's nothing but trouble these days."

Giovanni openly glared at his wife, but the humorous glint in his eye reminded me it was all jest. He laughed to himself and turned back to me. "I did the same thing to your brother when he first showed up here... except it was an actual job offer. My dishwasher had just quit and Dean had happened to show up just in time. I'm pretty sure Armando hated doing it anyways."

"Armando?"

"My nephew – Teo's cousin. Quite the handful is a full-grown man with A.D.D. I can't get him to stop bouncing off the walls. I'm surprised he hasn't blown up the place already."

I couldn't help but laugh a little myself, imagining such a scene.

"If you'd like, we could always use the extra help around here until Teo and your brother got back," Giovanni offered. I considered it for a moment.

"Why not? I'd love to."

Deans P.O.V.

Okay, so we lied. So what? It's not like we're the first, because honestly, it's way too damn cliché for us not to have been. It's just that playing hooky from work is so much more fun than skipping school, I'll tell you that much – especially because I get to skip with the hottest man on the planet.

We had decided to take a bit of a detour from the busy, bustling streets of Manhattan and lose ourselves in Central Park. It seemed like a great idea at first... until we really got lost.

We just kept walking, and soon, we didn't recognize a single landmark, ending up somewhere in the middle of the park.

"Don't they need us back soon?" I asked as we walked

Teo grinned. "They can last without us. Might force your brother into cheap labor."

I laughed. "Oh well. He can suck it up."

Giving up on finding our way after another ten minutes or so, we sat down at the base of a tall elm tree, relaxing as the breeze sifted through the branches. Teo wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me closer, his hand resting over my stomach in a protective comfort. I turned my head and kissed his cheek, trying to send the message, "Thanks, but you don't have to be such a mother hen."

Obviously, it didn't work. Never does.

After a while, I just went with the fact that my partner was over protective. I did try to stop him when it got to the point that he would sometimes glare at other men that passed by. I could have sworn he growled at the ones that dared to glance my way.

"You know, you don't have to that," I said as one rather buff pedestrian walked past us.

"Do what?" Teo asked, looking at me with those wretched puppy-eyes.

Damn he was adorable.

"Don't play stupid with me Colucci. I know your games."

"Oh do you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I've known you for seven years, have been sleeping with you for nearly that long, married you earlier this year, and now I'm pregnant with your kid. Trust me, I know you."

"Fine... I'll stop the growling."

"Thank you."

Two hours later we walked up to our house and were about to open the door when I remembered something. "Hold on.

I went back down the few steps and dug the Impala's keys from my pocket (don't ask why I had them when I wasn't driving...). I looked through a few things on the passenger side floor, sifting through a stack of papers, when a ringing went off in the front jockey box. I opened it and pulled out the suspect. It was one of my older phones, somehow still holding a charge.

Quickly, I answered the phone.

I could see Teo watching me from the front steps, confused. After about a minute, I hung up and turned to him.

"Who was that?" he asked, walking closer.

I sighed and tossed the phone back in the Chevy. "Old acquaintance of my dad's," I told him. "Looks like we've got a hunt."