Author's Notes: First ,gotta give a big shout out to my girl, Sam (you might know her as Venetian Shadow). Second, I had a lot of people saying that they wouldn't mind if Sam followed them into the shower, and I have to say, I wouldn't either. Actually, I would love to be the meat in a Sam and Dean sandwich (just don't tell my BF!). But I do know how annoying it is when someone (even a loved one) follows you all over the place. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

The next morning, when Bobby and John returned, they found quite a sight sitting a the kitchen table. Dean was sitting between Sam and Stephanie, who were both glaring in oppisite directions. The room was siletn, except for the sounds of silverware scarping against plates.

"Uh...what's going on?" Bobby asked, looking at John with his eyebrows raised.

"Ask the happy couple." Dean muttered. He looked extremely uncomfortable, stuck between them.

Sam and Stephanie refused to answer.

After Stephanie's shower, the night before, Sam had tried to talk to her again. This just escalated into a fight, a fight that Dean could hear all the way downstairs. He had turned up the tv, trying to block out the shouting, then the slamming doors. Sam had slept in his room last night.

"Uh, Stephanie?" Bobby asked. "Why don't you come help me with something in my room?"

"Okay." She stood up and marched back to her father's bedroom without even a glance at Sam.

"All right." John started as soon as they were gone. "What in God's name is going on?"

"Why don't you talk to Sammy the Stalker over here." Dean said.

"Dean." John said in a warning tone. "Sam? What happened?"

"We had a fight." Sam muttered. "She said she needed some space."

"You mean space, as in "let's break up" space?" John was concerned. This past month was the happiest he had seen his youngest son, well...ever.

"I don't know." Sam whispered.

"I don't think that's it." Dean said. "I think she just wants him to stop following her everywhere. Dad, last night he tried to follow her into the shower."

"What?" John looked at Sam. "Son, it isn't like David's going to come out of the shower drain and grab her."

Dean choked back a laugh. Sam shot him a dirty look.

"Hey, don't be giving me the stink-eye, Sammy." He said. "I tried to tell you to back off."

"I know." Sam muttered.

He felt stupid. Dean had tried to warn him and he had blown him off. Then, after her shower he shouldn't have shouted back at her. He shouldn't have told her that if she was so unhappy with him, she should go back to David. He shouldn't have made her cry.

"What did you do with Jessica?" John asked.

"What?"

"Well, you made your relationship with her work, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we didn't have a chance to spend every second together. We were in classes, we were studying."

"You were busy." John concluded.

"Well...yeah." Sam answered.

"Then, there's your solution." His dad replied. "You need to stay busy. Get a job or something."

"Dad," Dean laughed. "Sammy already has a job, as a hunter." He looked suspiciously at his family. "Unless...when Dad and I leave at the end of the summer, you're not coming with us, are you?"

"No," Sam told him. "I'm not." He looked at their father. "How long have you known?"

John sighed. This wasn't an easy choice to make, leaving his boy behind, but he realized now that Sam had to have his own life. "I've known all along, Sammy." He said.

Dean sighed. After hunting so long with his brother, it would be strange to leave without him. "So, you're just going to stay here with Stephanie?" He asked.

"That's the plan." He paused. "We'll probably get our own place, though."

Dean turned around to their Dad. "You're okay with this?" He demanded.

"Well, I kind of have to be, don't I?" He said. "And wouldn't you rather your brother and I part on good terms this time, instead of not talking for four years?"

"Yeah." Dean sighed again.

In the back bedroom, Stephanie was crying to her dad about the things she had said to Sam.

"How could I tell him he was a horrible boyfriend? She asked, wiping tears off her cheeks. "I didn't mean it."

"I know that, baby." He dad said, putting his arm around her. "i'm sure he knows that, too."

"Daddy, you should have seen his face! He looked like I punched him or something." She rest her head on her dad's shoulder and he rocked her back and forth for awhile, while she cried it out.

"Why don't you just talk to him?"

"What if he's still mad?" She asked.

"Trust me, he isn't." Bobby told her.

She walked back into the kitchen. "If you want to talk to me, I'll be in our room." She said to the floor.

Sam waited until he heard their door shut and then he bolted up the stairs after her.

"I'm sorry." She said as soon as he walked in. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." She wiped her eyes. "Do you really want me to go back ot David?"

"Of course I don't." He put his arms around, his face in her hair, breathing in her lovely scent. "I love you, Stephanie."

"I love you, too." She said.

"I'm sorry for everything I said to you, too." He told her, hugging her close to him. "And I promise, from now on, to give you some space. In fact, I think I'm going to try and find a job."

"You are?" She looked at him. "What will you do?"

"I don't know." He said. "But I have my Associates, surely there's something around here for me." He shrugged. "We could save up some money, get our own place."

She smiled. "I'd like that, after they go back to hunting. Well, actually, I think our dad's are already back to it."

"Yeah, I caught that too." He said.

"You realize that was our first fight?" She asked him.

"Yeah," He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Do we get to have crazy make up sex now?"

She giggled and led him to their bed.

Downstairs, the distinct sound of bedsprings squeaking caused John, Bobby, and Dean to look up.

Dean grinned. "Ah, make up sex. Go Sammy!"

Bobby was disgusted. "You realize that's my baby girl up there?" He stood quickly. "I'm going outside."

"Right behind you." John stood too. He looked at Dean, who was still sitting at the table, grinning. "Come on, Dean. Give your brother some privacy."

"Do I have to?"

John grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hauled him outside. "You're one sick kid, you know that?"