~3rd Person POV~

"And love. Such a silly game we play. Like a summer's day in May. What is love, what is love? I just want you to be loved…"

Sam rubbed his hand gently against Sawyer's bare back and kissed her forehead, "Time to wake up, sweetie. I made dinner." Sawyer opened her eyes and looked at the plate next to her bed of peanut butter and jelly.

"Ooh, with the crusts cut off," she smiled. She hugged the sheet to her chest before rolling over and kissing Sam. She pulled away as she saw what Sam was wearing.

"What're you wearing? Is that my robe?" Sawyer asked, giving Sam a funny look. Then again, it was hard to take him seriously in a white floral printed kimono.

"Uh, yeah. Well, I couldn't find my clothes and I figured I wouldn't give the neighbors a show," Sam chuckled.

Sawyer giggled, "I'm not quite sure I can take you seriously in that." Sam gave her a playful hurt look before standing up.

"Well, I uh, I guess I'll just have to go commando, then," Sam teased, dropping the robe of the floor, leaving his naked body.

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, "I'm not quite sure I can take you seriously like that either."

Sam chuckled a little before getting in bed with Sawyer. Sawyer cuddled up to Sam and the two of them lay like that for a while.

"You're clothes are in the laundry room, by the way," Sawyer said.

"Ah, I see. Can you believe it's April? We've almost been together for four months now," Sam started.

"Speaking of four months, do you have any plans tomorrow night?" Sawyer asked.

"I don't think so," Sam replied.

"Good. I'm just making sure that you don't have to run away with Dean on another one of your demon hunting adventures," Sawyer replied.

"Adventures?" Sam asked, laughing a little.

"Yeah, I guess I'm trying to stay optimistic about it. It's easier for me to let you go if I call them adventures rather than hunts," Sawyer answered, nodding.

"But I always come back, don't I?" Sam asked. Sawyer nodded. "See, you have nothing to worry about. Hah, you are so cute."

"Hah, well I'm glad that you're free tomorrow night because I thought maybe you and I could go out. Celebrate those four months… something like that," Sawyer said.

"Okay. I'd like that, actually," Sam said.

"Okay," Sawyer said. "Alright, I can finish dinner later. Why don't you get over and maybe we can kiss a little… maybe even do a little more than kiss."

Sam smirked, "I like the sound of that."

"I thought you would," Sawyer answered. Sam rolled over so that he was on top of Sawyer and shared playful, sweet kisses with her. Sam pulled away for a moment.

"I love you," Sawyer said. Oh shit. That wasn't supposed to happen. "It slipped. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-."

"I love you too," Sam said back.

~End 3rd Person POV~

"I can feel it in your kiss. It just gives me tender bliss. What is love, what is love? I just want you to be loved…"

"Where'd Daddy go?" Jude asked, curiously.

"He only went to park the car. He's going to bring John in with him, buddy. Don't worry," I reassured. Jude followed me to an empty table where the both of us sat down. Jude sat down next to me and he looked over at me.

"Grandma Andrea made pie?" he asked.

"I think so. But if you want some, you're going to have to eat your breakfast first. Then you can have pie," I replied.

"I can do that!" Jude said, nodding once so sure. I laughed.

"Okay. It's a deal then," I said.

"Deal," Jude smiled mischievously. Just then, Dean came into the café, holding and making funny faces at John. John was smiling a little, but it looked like he hadn't taken it well when Dean woke him up from his slumber to get him out of the car. At least he was laughing now. Dean came and sat down at the table with us.

"There is no need to fuss, buddy. I know, I woke you up from your nap but sometimes your Mommy wakes me up and I don't complain. Then again, she wakes me up a little bit differently," Dean said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes playfully. A waiter came by and took our order.

"Hey, Taylor. I didn't know you were working here now," I said, smiling as soon as I saw one of my English 11 students.

"Yeah, I just got the job," Taylor replied.

"Good for you," I said back.

"Hey, Coach Winchester," Taylor said.

"Hi. How's the team been?" Dean asked back.

"Good. We've had an okay season. It's too bad you couldn't coach this year though. The assistant coach kind of sucks. Reid agrees," Taylor replied.

Dean chuckled, "Well thanks. Yeah, work has been keeping me out on the road a lot." While they talked, Dean put John into his high chair so that he could sit up. I had a sandwich bag full of cheerios for him to eat and/or play with. He usually did both.

"I see. Oh no! Andre, what'd I tell you about coming over when I'm working? You can't do that, kiddo," Taylor said. "Sorry, this is my little brother. Mom asked me to take him to the café today. Sorry about this."

"Oh, no it's fine. He can join us if he wants. How old?" I asked.

"Three," Taylor replied.

"Oh, well my son Jude is three as well. Maybe they'll find some things in common," I replied.

"You sure? I don't want to put any babysitting job on you, Mrs. Winchester. Especially because you're my teacher… and you could fail me…" Taylor trailed off.

I laughed, "It's no trouble at all. We'd love to have him."

"What she said," Dean shrugged, just going along with what I said. I laughed again.

"Hey, Andre, why don't you go sit over there? You can make a new friend," Taylor urged.

"But where will you go?" Andre asked back.

"I'm just going to work, okay? I kind of have to. Do you want me to get fired?" Taylor asked playfully.

"No," Andre replied, shaking his head.

"Okay, now go and behave yourself. No funny business, ya hear?" Taylor asked.

"None at all. I promise," Andre said back. Taylor picked him up and put him in the chair next to Jude. "Thank you so much."

"It's not a problem," I said back.

"Hey, where's Andrea today?" I asked.

"Oh, she'll be coming in soon. Dave started us up this morning. She's been so busy helping Ethan to prepare for the new baby and everything so she took a later shift. I don't blame her! The woman has worked every day since the opening of this place," Taylor replied.

"Yeah, makes sense," I said, before leaving.

"He's a good kid, that Taylor guy. I remember him. He was… what a sophomore when I was coaching?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"You look beautiful today, baby. As always," Dean smiled, kissing me once.

"Sorry you got stuck with waking up John. It looks like you did well though. He doesn't seem at all cranky anymore," I observed.

"That's 'cuz he's got a goofy dad," Dean chuckled.

I giggled, "He does have a goofy dad."

"Hey, look," Dean said, nudging me and glancing over at Jude and Andre. They seemed to really be bonding. "First friend?"

"I think so," I replied. The two of us watched our son make friends with one of my student's little brother. They were just talking but it was really adorable.

"My mom makes the best mac and cheese," Jude said.

"My mom makes the bestest spaghetti in the world," Andre replied.

"My favorite color is blue. Sometimes it's red," Jude continued.

"I like green," Andre said back.

"I like cars. I have some I like to play with," Jude informed.

"I like cars too," Andre smiled, his eyes lighting up.

"Maybe some time you can come over and play cars with me," Jude suggested.

"Yeah. I can ask my brother," Andre nodded quickly.

"How did we end up with such an articulate son? Look at those social skills," I chuckled.

"The smart thing, I give you credit. The social thing? That's all me, baby," Dean bragged.

"Are you kidding me? Um, no. I'm a teacher. I have to be able to work with people. The only social skills you have are how to pick up a girl in a bar which, I'm still not 100% sure how I feel about," I replied.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he got that from me too," Dean smirked.

"Hey, let's not rush into things yet. Jude still thinks kissing is gross. I think we're getting just a little bit ahead of ourselves, don't you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but you know he's going to be a total lady killer when he grows up," Dean said.

I sighed, "Unfortunately, yes."

"Oh please, like you don't love it?" Dean asked.

"I do not!" I protested.

"You do too. It's all a part of my charm, baby," Dean smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, whatever you say, Dean," I said. Dean smiled looking over at me. "What?"

"Nothing," Dean shrugged.

"No, that is not a nothing face," I said back.

"How do you know my 'not a nothing' face?" Dean asked.

"Uh… because you do it. All the time. And we're married so I've kind of gotten used to your 'not a nothing' face," I answered.

"Nothing. It's just… you're incredibly hot when you're mad. You know, Jude seems to be perfectly fine here with Andre and when Andrea gets here, she could watch John. How about you and I take this to the car?" Dean whispered in my ear, seductively, sending chills down my spine.

"No," I said.

"Whatever you say," Dean replied.

"Maybe later," I said, looking over at him.

He smirked, "See, I knew you'd cave."

"Dean!" I groaned.

"What?" he asked.

"Do you have to be so- so- so obnoxious…. And sexy, but obnoxious is the main point! We're in public and I kind of want to punch you… and accept your 'car' offer all at the same time so will you just… stop!" I exclaimed.

"Later?" he propositioned.

"Yes, later," I giggled. He pulled me in for another kiss but we pulled away as soon as Jude and Andre started laughing.

"I think kissing is gross," Jude said.

"Me too. My mommy and daddy do it and my brother kisses his girlfriend. I'm never going to kiss a girl. They have cooties," Andre said. The two snickered before continuing their conversation about things that three year olds had conversations about.

"Hey, I hope we're not too late," Sam said, coming into the café with Sawyer.

"Sammy, you missed the show!" Dean cheered as soon as Sam and Sawyer both sat down. Sam gave him a weird look.

"What show?" Sawyer asked.

"Oh nothing. Just Dean being obnoxious," I replied.

"If I'm do recall properly, you did say that I was obnoxious andsexy," Dean replied, emphasizing the 'and' part.

"Don't mind him. How are you guys?" I asked, attempting to change the subject. Under the table, Dean snaked his hand into mine and I couldn't help but smile. Although sometimes he was obnoxious, I still loved him.

"Good. Sawyer's finally found the new manuscript they're going to work on," Sam said.

"Oh and we finally finished up the apartment," Sawyer added.

"Wow, you guys have been working on that for a while," I commented.

"Was it really that long ago?" Sawyer asked Sam.

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we only work on it when I'm in town," Sam reminded.

"Yeah, it's starting to seem like it's not just Sawyer's," Dean added, both of us dropping not so subtle hints.

"Well, Sam has been amazing," Sawyer said.

"I bet," Dean commented. I elbowed him in the ribcage. "Ow!"

"Too far, honey," I said. There was just an amused look on Sam's face.

"Hey, I'm going to use the restroom. Mer, will you come with me?" Sawyer asked.

"Sure," I said, getting up.

"What's up?" I asked, as soon as we were in the bathroom.

"We uh, we did the whole big I love you thing last night," Sawyer gushed.

"Wow. That's a big deal. Well, that's good, right?" I asked.

"Yes, definitely good. I've been thinking about it for weeks now but it just kind of slipped and he said it back and… it's really good," Sawyer smiled.

~3rd Person POV~

"You two seem to becoming more of an 'us' every day now," Dean commented.

"Dean, will you just quit it?" Sam asked. "Knock it off, man. I mean, I never gave you and Meredith shit."

"I'm just sayin', Sammy. I'm surprised she hasn't asked you to move in with her. You practically live with her anyways!" Dean said.

Sam sighed, "We said 'I love you' last night."

"Woah," Dean said.

"Yeah," Sam said back. "I do… I really do. I just don't want to hurt her, you know? With my job… she's not in the life. I don't want to drag her into it. And seeing what I've done… soulless?"

"You're just scared, dude. I've seen you guys the past four months. You're good for each other, Sammy. Don't mess that up," Dean advised.

"Wow," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I just… never heard you talk like that. I mean, a couple of years ago, you were in my place. I guess I never saw you on the other side," Sam replied.

Dean shrugged, "When you're married and have two kids you start to hate yourself a little less. I mean, you still want think you're going to screw it all up, but still."

"Optimistic, Dean," Sam replied, sarcastically.

"Optomistic is my middle name, Sammy," Dean replied, jokingly. The two brothers shared a subdued laugh before John started crying again. "Damn it." Dean started to get up but Sam stopped him.

"No, don't get up. Let me," he said. Dean sat back down and watched as his little brother tried to calm John down. Jude and Andre had gone and sat in the corner to play with some of his cars and Dean made sure to keep an eye on the two.

"See, you're a natural," Dean replied.

~End 3rd Person POV~