Back at the motel, Abby and Tasha curled up on one of the beds. Sam stretched out on the other. Dean went outside to call Kylee. Bobby got settled in the adjoining room. Before long, the girls were asleep. Sam was glad that they were sleeping so peacefully. He crept off his bed and closed the motel door quietly behind him.

"Yeah, Baby, I wish you were here," Dean was on the phone. "Of course I miss you. No, I don't know how long we'll be. We picked up Tasha, so she's safe. I just don't know how quick we'll be able to move with her. Yeah, her friggin' father got to her, too. I wanted to pummel him but that wouldn't go very far in proving to Tasha that we were people who could be trusted. She's seen enough violence." Dean paused for a long moment. "I don't know what Bobby had in mind. He probably wanted to beat the crap out of him, too. He'd never let on, though. You never know what is simmering in that mind of his. I'd better let you get back to studying. Sam just came out here, so he must have something to talk to me about. I love you, too. Goodnight." Dean snapped his phone shut. "What's up, Sammy?"

"The girls are asleep."

"That's good. Tasha might be up quite a bit tonight if she has nightmares."

"I know. Abby didn't have them when I first met her, but it had been years in her past. It could all come back full force tonight."

"Yeah, it could," Dean nodded. "How should we handle the sleeping arrangements?"

"The girls are on one bed right now. Do ya wanna bunk with me?"

"Do I have a choice?" Dean huffed.

"You could stay in Bobby's room. I could keep the door open so you would know if I needed help."

"You count that as a choice? You heard him snore lately?"

"We're all going to hear him with the door open, Dean."

"I suppose," Dean agreed. "I'll go fill Bobby in."

Screams from the other room woke both Dean and Bobby. Dean motioned to Bobby to go back to bed, but he needed to see for himself that the girls were alright. When they entered the room, Sam was at a lost. Abby was crying because her sister had a nightmare that Abby herself clearly remembered having. Tasha was still half-asleep on the other side of where Sam was sitting. Tasha was the one who was screaming. Sam was trying to calm her by rubbing her back with one hand while he held Abby in the other arm. Dean just stood there for a minute, wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Bobby went past him to Tasha. Sam gave him a grateful look as he was able to hold his wife with both arms.

"Tasha. Tasha, darlin'. You need to open your eyes," Bobby was trying to wake her gently. When that didn't work, he lifted her under her arms so that she was sitting up and gave her a little shake. "Tasha! Open your eyes."

Tasha's eyes snapped open and she took in the unfamiliar face with big eyes. "You're safe. You were dreaming. I'm Bobby. I'm here to help you." Tasha's wide eyes filled with tears "It is going to be okay, darlin'." Dean came back with two glasses of water and pressed one into Bobby's hand. "Here, Tasha," Bobby coaxed her. "Drink some water." Tasha looked at him as she took a small drink. "Good," Bobby told her, "that's better." Bobby took the glass back and set it on the nightstand. Then, he laid his hand on top of Tasha's. "Do you feel like you can go back to sleep now?"

"I'm scared," Tasha whispered so softly that Bobby was probably the only one who heard.

"That's okay. It will go away after you get used to us." Bobby smiled. "Do you want to talk?"

Tasha nodded.

Dean, having given Sam and Bobby glasses of water for the girls, considered his work done. Bobby was going to stay up and listen to Tasha, something Dean was glad Bobby was doing instead of him. Dean would have listened to her if he'd had to, but Bobby was much better at it. Bobby handled the touchy feely emotions better than Dean. Dean would rather go pound the shit out of the person who caused the hurt feelings. That was his way of solving things. Since neither Sam nor Bobby had mentioned hunting that rotten excuse for a man down, he figured he wasn't going to get the chance to resolve the situation his way. So, he went back to bed.

Sam and Abby moved to the bed that just Sam had been in previously. "I'll be right here if you need me," Abby told Tasha as she slid into bed beside Sam. Tasha nodded. Abby shut off the light by their bed as she snuggled back into Sam. She listened to the low rumble of Bobby's voice as he talked to Tasha. She never heard Tasha's voice because she spoke so quietly. Between the sounds of Sam's breathing, Dean's snoring, and Bobby's low rumble, Abby fell asleep.

Sam woke up and the other bedside lamp was still on. Tasha was asleep, and Bobby was slumped in a chair, still hanging onto her hand. Just seeing Bobby in that position made Sam hurt. "Do you want to go back to your bed?" Sam asked him as Bobby tried to open his eyes and stretch out a kink.

"I told her I wouldn't leave," Bobby mumbled.

"Aren't you getting a little old to be sleeping in a chair?"

"Old? Who the heck you calling old?"

"Okay, okay," Sam backed off. "I'll get you your pillow and comforter from the other room so you can be more comfortable."

"Thanks," Bobby said as his eyes fluttered shut again. "This is much better."

They spent a couple nights at Bobby's. Angel's urn was mailed to them there. Then Bobby gave Abby her ashes. Abby was so thankful to have her baby nearby again. She put the ashes on the dresser in their room.

Tasha and Abby spent most of their time together, talking and catching up. Sam watched them from the kitchen window and asked Bobby, "What do we do with Tasha now that we have her?"

"I don't know. I didn't think further than getting her out of that awful place," Bobby took a sip of his coffee. "She could stay here."

"Are you sure you could handle it?" Sam looked at him.

"We'd be fine," Bobby nodded. "She's sleeping better. For now, at least." Bobby thought for a moment. "Do you know if Dean and Kylee have thought more about what she wants to do after college?"

"I haven't asked," Sam replied. "This other thing came up so fast, I don't know if he had time to talk to her about it."

"Well, I meant for all four of you to come live here," Bobby told him. "Abby could work in town. Dean and Kylee could work on cars. We'd all just be here to help each other out."

"Are you sure we wouldn't be in the way?" Sam asked. "Having us here for a visit is one thing. Us moving in is quite another. It isn't pretty sometimes."

"I remember that from when you were little," Bobby answered. "So I know what I'm asking."

"Are you sure you have enough room?"

"I have other rooms I haven't cleaned out yet," Bobby said. "I can move whatever needs to be stored to the attic or basement. did you know there's a roughed-in bathroom next to your bedroom?" Sam shook his head. "If you open the door opposite the windows, there is a stool and a sink. I put it in when my mom got sick. It isn't pretty to look at but we could finish it. There's also another room between my room and the bathroom. That door is right under the stairs."

"Why didn't Dean and I know about all these rooms? They would have been great for hide and seek."

"That's exactly why," Bobby laughed. "I had a hard enough time keeping track of you two. I locked the rooms up so you'd be easier to find. I kept them locked because a single man doesn't need all that room."

"So you're really serious about this?"

"Damn serious."

"I think Abby would like to live here," Sam mused. "But we'll have to talk to Dean and Kylee."

"Of course you will," Bobby replied. "Looks like the girls are headed in."

"You sure you're up to taking care of Tasha?"

"Yes. I think that gal needs some peace and quiet and time to heal." Sam nodded in agreement.

They said their goodbyes. Tasha and Abby were crying. "Bobby will take good care of you," Abby told Tasha. "And you have my number. Call me anytime at home or on Sam's cell."

"Will you be coming back?"

"Of course we will," Sam answered for Abby, who was too choked up. "We'll be down for Easter, which isn't far away. You just keep Bobby out of trouble, okay?"

Tasha smiled. She gave a hug to each person as they left. Sam was proud of how Dean handled her hugging him since Dean hated hugging.

Bobby waved from his porch with Tasha standing beside him. Sam knew they'd be fine. Bobby was good at taking care of people. He wore his heart on his sleeve.

"Dean," Sam turned down the tunes when they were cruising down the road. "We need to talk about your plans after Kylee graduates."

"Why?"

"Bobby didn't just mean to have you two work at the scrap yard," Sam explained. "He meant for the four of us to live there with him."

"At Bobby's?" Dean finally glanced at Sam. "Are you sure he has the room?"

"Apparently he has spare rooms he's kept locked since we were little. He said he'd clear them out and put the items for storage in the attic or basement."

"Attic?" Dean asked. "Bobby doesn't have an attic."

"Guess it's something else he kept hidden."

"Do you know how much trouble we could have gotten into with these extra rooms? How could Bobby hold out on us?"

"He was trying to keep his sanity, Dean. We were hard to keep track of. If he cut down on our room to run, it made it easier."

"Smart man," Dean nodded. "I think Kylee would like to work and live at Bobby's, but I'll have to ask her."

"Okay," Sam said. "Just let me know."

"You are still attached to your big brother, aren't you Sam?"

"I'd just rather not live someplace that you're not at."

Dean grinned. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. What am I going to do with you?"

Sam just looked out the passenger window.

"She's doing fine, Sam," Bobby talked on his cell while he was making lunch. "No one has come around looking for her. No strange phone calls. I think we're in the clear."

"Have you started on her fake I.D.s yet?"

"Just getting started with the paperwork."

"Sounds like we'll be coming down over Easter. Kylee still has to study so we'll have to keep Dean otherwise occupied."

Bobby laughed.

"It isn't funny," Sam told him. "She'll resort to trying to lock him out only to have him kick the door in."

Bobby laughed louder, "You know how he loves to do that."

"But it's expensive to repair," Sam said. "We replaced the door twice. Now he just picks the lock. It really doesn't take much considering the kind of locks we can get into."

"I'll help ya keep Dean out of her hair so she can study," Bobby's laughter had quieted down some. "Dean never did understand the importance of studying."

"No," Sam paused a second. "Has I spent much time out of the house? Meeting kids in town or something like that?"

"I took her to the movies the other night, but she didn't leave my side. I'll keep trying. It just might be awhile to get her to have confidence in herself again. When Abby's here, the two of them can go shopping and maybe meet some people closer to her own age."

"At least we've tried," Sam told him. "She'll jump at the opportunity when she's up to it. I don't think she had much freedom at home."

"Yeah. Well, lunch is almost made so I had better go," Bobby said. "Take care and we'll see you for Easter.