He gave me his digits, I left and parked in front of the butcher's. The girl behind the counter is beautiful. Her olive skin, her light coffee freckles that only spread on her nose and a bit of her cheeks. She beams at me as I enter the establishment.

"Frankie?" I didn't want to assume, but I took a chance on what Jordan said. Jordan, such a nice name for the cashier across the street.

"Yeah, who recommended my services?" She extends a hand.

"Jordan Stone. He said you're the best butcher in the county." I shake her hand firmly.

"Shucks, that boy is just too sweet, ain't he? So what can I do you for?" she gestures to the meat on display.

"How fresh is that beef?" I point at it.

"Got it this morning. The boys delivered it just as I got in." she crosses her arms and leans forward.

"Sounds right, 4 pounds ground." I order.

"A small get together?" She takes the beef and works her as Jordan put it, magic.

"More like, me and my boys." I intertwine my fingers.

"Boys. How old?" she asks.

"Oh, sweetie, not little. They're older than I am, but I call them my boys." she laughs, losing concentration for a split second.

"Yeah, they're 22, 26, and 58." I tell her.

"Wow, you're such a young little thing." that was my turn to laugh.

"I've been told." she packs up my order.

"Anything else you'd like?" her piercing grey eyes looking into my dark coloured eyes.

"Well, now that you mention it, 10 pounds in ribs sounds like it'd fit right on the menu. Maybe some chicken thighs too." I think up the menu.

Burgers, ribs, chicken thighs, pie for desert, and beer to drink. Maybe I should get good bubbly since this is a special occasion.

"Now you're talking." she smiles brightly.

After she cuts and packs my meat into a nice recycle-able crate, my total comes up. I pull out the total and hand it to her.

"They send you shopping, with all this cash?" she joshes.

"No, I don't think they've noticed I'm gone. Good thing, I'll be cooking everything any ways." I take the change and put it in her tip jar.

"Best customer all day. Wish you'd cook for me." she laughs a bit.

"Have a great day." I wave quickly before leaving.

Putting the crate in the front seat and locking the door. Walking down to the liquor store, the door chimes and the guy behind the counter waves. I find the brand of beer that Bobby had in the fridge, grabbing that and corona, a bottle of bubbly and another bottle of red. The guy rings me up and asks for my ID, again I give him the fake one I showed the guy at the gas station. With that I left and put the liquor in back.

Driving the speed limit to make sure I don't break anything, or squish anything. Arriving back to Bobby's I find the guys all in the front standing, not pissed, not worried, just staring at me.

"Well, if you boys could give me a hand, that'd sure be great." I go to the other side and take out the crate.

Dean moves and takes the crate from me. Sam comes from behind him, he grabs the beer, and the wine and bubbly. Uncle Bobby comes and helps me with the bags in the bed of the truck. He raises a brow in question.

"Well, if you'd let me make use of you're kitchen, and grill. I want to thank you and the boys. Also if you'd help me to get them to stay for dinner, that'd be great." I speed up the last part.

"You don't have to ask to use the kitchen, you know. This is your home for as long as you need it, Ava." we walk into the kitchen with all the bags.

"Thanks Uncle Bobby." I hug him tightly. He doesn't know how much that means to me.

With that he leaves me to the kitchen. Putting away the things that need to be in the fridge, and leaving out the things for breakfast, since it was just a little after 8 in the morning.

Opening up the pantries, I found a bowl to make the mix in and I pull out three big plates along with 3 small plates. Sliding a drawer open, I pull out a fork and the spatula. Turning the dial on the stove, the flame settles at low. A sliver of butter on the pan, spread by the spatula, I pour some mix into the skillet.

While that was on, I took out the strawberries and decided to take out a cup full. Mincing them and thinking about how they'd taste in pancakes, I flip the one in the skillet and made my mind up. I'd make regular pancakes as well as ones with strawberries and ones with cinnamon which would be the last one. Ironically in his pantries I found a jug of syrup, which I forgot to buy at the store, that was lucky.

In the middle of the delicious golden treats being made I put bacon on another skillet in the corner. After making such scrumptious looking pancakes, I beat a few eggs and make fluffy scrambled eggs. At the same time I was taking bacon off the pan and putting it on the small plate, letting it pile up slowly.

Taking the plates and placing them on the table carefully. Setting up the table, cups of coffee ready and putting the finishing touches to this wonderful breakfast, I smile. Turning off the stove for now, I look into the library.

"Boys?" they all turn as soon as the aroma seeped through the open doors and I poked my head in not allowing them to see behind me too much.

"Yes?" they simultaneously answer.

"Breakfast is served." I open the doors completely.

To say their mouths were hanging is an understatement, it was like a cartoon if Dean could've floated gently with hearts around his head and bacon in his eyes, Sam's face was the same as his brother's but, pancakes in his eyes. Yet, Bobby looked at me with his jaw dragging on the floor, walking closer.

"Thanks, Ava." with those two simple words, it was like I was told everything I needed to know about him.