Bobby knew the Winchesters better than anyone, and he hadn't even been there for a week before he realized something was off. Nothing seemed wrong, but Dean wasn't acting like himself at all. He was weird around his brother, almost a little jumpy and when Bobby had went with him to work, Dean had kept to himself, only doing what his boss had told him and only interacting with Bobby during lunch.

"How's Dean doing?" Bobby had asked the other mechanic working that day while Dean was working under the hood of an old pick-up.

"You know, the guy's a little shy, keeps to himself, but he's a good guy, works hard." Mike had answered.

Bobby nodded, but the truth was, he didn't know. Dean was everything but shy and he rarely kept to himself.

When they'd gotten home, Dean had kissed Sam's temple and played with Micah while Sam made dinner. Bobby had noticed Dean tense when Sam asked if it was okay that he went out with Jeremy and some friends on Friday when Jeremy got back from Nashville.

"Sure." He'd answered before picking up Micah and kissing the top of his head, holding him close.

"Why don't you go with them, Dean?" Bobby suggested "I can watch Micah."

"Really, Bobby?" Sam asked "You sure it's no trouble?"

"Off course not!" Bobby said, waving at Micah who gurgled in response.

"It's okay, really." Dean said "I'll probably be tired after work anyway, I'll stay home with him, you won't be too late, right?"

"Uhh…" Sam answered, looking from Bobby to Dean "No, I guess not."

"Good." Dean said "You hungry, Micah?"

Bobby shot Sam another look, but Sam just sighed and shrugged his shoulder before going back to his cooking.

Xxx

"Okay, so what's going on with you two?" Bobby asked as Sam handed him a beer, Dean had went upstairs to put Micah to bed, Bobby had spoiled him with too much sugar so he was probably going to be a while.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked before taking a swing at his beer.

"Dean, he's acting weird."

Sam swallowed, he was quiet for a while before answering "I know."

"He hasn't exactly made a lot of friends, has he?"

Sam laughed bitterly "Not really, so he expects me to keep him entertained all the time, he barely let's me leave the house."

"He was acting weird at work too." Bobby commented, scratching his dirty fingernails across the bottle.

"And he gets really jealous." Sam said "It's like he doesn't trust anyone, he won't really talk to me about it, he just says some things have been catching up with him since the pregnancy."

Bobby sighed and looked at Sam for a while, like Sam was supposed to get something.

"What?" Sam asked, taking another look towards the stairs, making sure Dean wasn't eavesdropping.

"You don't think this has anything to do about what happened with that guy?"

Sam had to think for a second before remembering what Bobby was talking about. "Oh." Was all he said, they hadn't mentioned it after Micah had been born.

"Yeah."

"I should probably talk to him, right?" Sam asked "I mean, he was pretty much isolated throughout the entire pregnancy, and now he's supposed to live a normal life?"

"Can't be easy." Bobby said as he brought the bottle to his lips.

"What can't be easy?" Dean asked as he entered the living room, walking over to the kitchen area to grab a beer for himself.

"We were just talking about the case with Tim." Bobby answered, and Sam was grateful because he knew Bobby only lied to Dean so he wouldn't have to.

"I thought it was an easy kill?" Dean asked, a little worry showing in his voice.

"No kill is easy." Bobby answered, and Dean stared at them for a minute before raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, right, what's going on?"

Sam dried his palms on his jeans before sending Bobby a look "You know, it's late, I'm gonna go to bed."

"Night, Bobby." Dean said without looking away from Sam, waiting until the man was up the stairs before sitting down next to his brother.

"So?"

"We were just discussing…. Well, you." Sam said "And how you've been behaving."

Dean sighed heavily and looked angrily at Sam "This again? Seriously?"

"Bobby just pointed something out."

"What?" Dean asked without a beat.

"Look." He started, scooting a bit closer to his brother so they were sitting thigh to thigh. "You've been talking about all this stuff that's caught up to you after Micah was born and after we settled down."

"Yeah, so?"

"What exactly did you mean?" Sam asked, letting his hand fall to Dean's knee, grateful that his brother didn't move away.

"Just stuff." Dean shrugged.

"Dean."

"Sam."

"You don't trust anyone, you never go out anymore, you're worried about me, you spend all your free time with Micah."

"You're exaggerating." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"No, Dean, I'm really not." Sam said, but when Dean still didn't answer, Sam just had lay it all down on the table "Does it have anything to do with what happened with that guy, back in Oklahoma?"

Dean's eyes widened at once, and Sam knew he'd been right. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Why the hell would you bring that up?" Dean asked through gritted teeth.

"Because it's destroying you."

Dean laughed bitterly, the sound that always broke Sam's heart. "Thought you'd forgotten about that."

"I guess I've-"

"Bobby reminded you, huh?" Dean continued, getting up from his seat while stroking a hand over his face.

"Dean, we have to talk about this."

"No, we don't."

"During your pregnancy, we never really got a chance to talk this through."

"Does it matter?"Dean asked "It's over, I just wanna forget it."

"Well, clearly you haven't been able to, you don't trust anyone anymore Dean, and yes, I should have realized sooner why."

"That's just-"

"You don't trust me!"

Dean closed his mouth, just meeting his brother's eyes, seeing the pain reflected there and he took a deep breath and sat back down.

"Look, I'll try to let you live your life."

"It's not my life, it's our life, and I want you to be happy, I want us to be a family."

"Don't you dare imply that we are not a family." Dean said, but this time he didn't seem angry, he just seemed like he was lost, like he was tired.

Sam shook his head, before he stood up as well and walked over to Dean, taking a hold of his hips before kissing his temple, then his cheek and then mouth. "I love you" he breathed against Dean's lips before pulling back enough to meet his eyes.

"I love you, I love Micah, and we have a real chance here at a good, happy life, we can bring him up right, we can protect him, and I know about the destiny crap that the angels have planned, and I know we've both been through shit, but right now we have the opportunity to raise him and just let him be a kid." He said as he rested his forehead against Dean's "but we have to stop fighting, and we have to start agreeing on things, to have a real life, and that means that you have to get back to being yourself, okay? I need you to be happy."

Dean only nodded before he took a hold of the hands that were resting against his neck. "I'm sorry that I keep screwing up everything."

"You're not; we'll get through this, just talk to me, or talk to Bobby or a therapist or someone." Sam said "I'll be here no matter what, Micah will be here."

"Yeah."

"Hey." Sam said with a smile "We're Winchesters, okay? We can get through anything, let's just go to bed for now, yeah?"

"I love you, Sammy." Dean said breathlessly as he laughed, not knowing what else to do.

"You too, come on." Sam said as he took Dean's hand "let's get some sleep."