Dean finished his second beer and opened a third before walking to his room. He stopped at the room he sent Mary to and turned the handle as quietly as he could. The door swung soundlessly. The chair in the room was covered with her pants, shirt and jacket. He was tempted to go through her wallet that sat on the nightstand but didn't think he could be that stealthy in his current condition. He let his mind wander over her words. This is God's idea of repayment for everything they've gone through? What about Sam? Didn't he deserve anything? Did he deserve a whole person? People aren't property, no matter what God thinks. Did Mary have a choice in this? If she did, why did she agree to bind herself to a person she didn't know. Deciding to send her away in the morning, he silently shut the door.

Dean was exceedingly grateful that the bunker rooms didn't have windows as he woke up the next morning. His head throbbed before he was able to sit up. Rolling over, he found a glass of water and two white pills on his night stand. There was no way Sam would have done that, so Mary is stealthier than he originally thought. He sat up and let the dizzy wave pass before taking the aspirin and downing the water. After his shower, he came out to the faint smell of bacon. He dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.

Dean turned the corner and froze in his tracks. Mary stood at the stove, two pans on the hot burners. He was suddenly brought back to his own mother cooking breakfast for him. She noticed his presence and flashed him a smile.

"Good morning," she said. "I hope I'm not intruding but I made pancakes and bacon. Did you find the water and aspirin?"

"Yes, thank you." He came into the room. She was wearing the clothes from yesterday, but her hair looked shinier than yesterday. The scent of soap hit his nose and he resisted the urge to smell her skin.

"No problem. I figured you had a lot to talk about, and probably drink about last night."

"Yeah, uh, we did. You're not one for subtlety are you?" He got the plates down as she flipped the bacon.

"I suppose not. My dad was not one to beat around the bush. I guess that's where I get it.

"Where is he now?" He heard her stop for a moment but didn't turn around.

"My dad died the year before I found Uncle Bobby," she said in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. He died from a heart attack at fifty-nine. Never got to meet his brother." He nodded though she didn't see. Dean finished setting the table as she placed a huge pile of bacon and stacks of pancakes on the table. She was putting on the last of the jams and syrup when Cas and Sam came in.

"What's all this?" Sam asked as he took a seat.

"Mary made breakfast for us," Dean said as he piled food onto his plate.

"Wow, thanks." Sam and Cas sat down and followed Dean's example. Mary kept stealing glances at Cas as he ate with them.

"Is there a problem?" He asked when he noticed her curiosity. Her cheeks burned and she turned her eyes down.

"No, there's no problem. I don't mean to stare, but I'm surprised that an angel can eat."

"I don't need to eat to survive but I find that Dean and Sam are uncomfortable when I sit and not eat with them." The boys stopped eating to look at Cas. "What?"

"Mary," Dean said. "I've met Chuck and he likes to twist everything to fit his needs. When Chuck approached you about this, did you agree to it?"

"Yes, I agreed."

"Why?" Asked Sam. "You didn't know about us until after." Mary turned to look into Dean's eyes.

"I've never connected with anyone, even in high school. I tried, but never could make that connection with another soul. I'm tired of searching only to find a closed door. After I read the books about your lives, I felt as if I had known you your entire life. We have a lot in common. I'm just hoping for a chance to make that connection with you." Dean never broke contact as she listened to her.

"Look," she said, pulling out a scrap of paper. "I'm staying at the Buckshot Inn. If you want to talk more, I'll be there." She stood up and pushed in her chair. "A gift has to be accepted. This is up to you, Dean. I've made my decision, what will you choose?" She turned and walked out of the kitchen towards the bunker door. The boys were frozen in their seats as they listened to her footfalls echoing off the metal steps and the screech of the door. Dean looked down at the paper she left which he noticed had her name, number, the address of the inn and her room number.

"Dean," Sam said. "What are you thinking?" Dean looked up and sucked in a breath.

"I don't know. It's a lot to process. I'm not comfortable with Chuck's offer." He made air quotes when he said gift. "Seriously, how could he think that people are property."

"Chuck did create earth," Cass said. "He most likely believes humans are his own play things." Dean snorted.

"Yeah, sounds about right. I'm gonna call Bobby before I do anything." He pushed away from the table and went towards his room."

"Cas," Sam said after his brother left the room. "What are we gonna do? I can't believe Dean's considering this."

"I don't remember Dean saying he was considering her proposition."

"Trust me, I've seen enough of Dean's skills with women to know where this is headed."