Sam was leaning against the counter in the kitchen a few hours later, watching as Dean prepared dinner when his phone chirped, alarming him to a text. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed when he read the message.

Ellie: Hey Dad, can Garrett come over for dinner?

Sam looked up from his phone in thought. He was surprised that Ellie was asking him; usually she would just tell him what she was doing and he just had to try and keep up. He was tempted to tell her no just on principle, but he knew that then she would probably just not come home for dinner at all. He responded to her text telling her yes, then set his phone on the counter.

"Was that Ellie?" Cass asked from where he sat at the table.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "She's bringing Garrett over."

"Perfect, I made way too much spaghetti," Dean shouted from the stove, "And that kid's like a garbage disposal. This way we won't have leftovers for weeks."

Sam snorted and shook his head, then looked down as his phone signaled an incoming text again.

Ellie: Also, I have something to tell you.

Sam's eyes widened as he read it, and he suddenly found himself choking on his own saliva. He began coughing heavily, earning him concerned looks from Dean and Cass.

"You okay?" Dean chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel. Sam didn't—couldn't respond and instead just turned his phone to show Dean the text.

"What's wrong?" Cass stood up and walked over, taking the phone from Sam before pressing two fingers to his forehead, healing his lungs. He looked at the message and tilted his head in that normal confused Cass look.

"Please don't be pregnant," Dean whispered, his head turning up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.

"What?" Sam choked out, his eyes even wider than they were before, "Why would you even say that?"

"Hey, a seventeen year old girl says she has to tell her dad something," Dean threw his hands out, "What else could it be?"

Cass shook his head, "No, I would have sensed if she was with child."

"Oh thank god," Sam dropped his head, letting out a sharp breath.

"Perhaps she has a sexually transmitted disease," Cass shrugged.

Sam whipped his head to look at the angel, and he was positive that his eyes might actually come out of their sockets.

"Jesus Christ, no more talking about my daughter's sex life," he stood up abruptly, holding his palms up as he breathed heavily, "I need to lie down."

Just as Sam went to move towards the doorway, they all heard the distinct sound of the door to the garage banging shut.

"Too late," Dean drew a deep breath, then shook his head and went back to the stove. He turned his head and looked at his brother, who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a terrified look on his face. "Dude, don't make it more awkward. Act natural."

Sam turned his head to Dean as he spoke and nodded, clearing his throat. He walked over to the counter and leaned on it in the most unnatural way possible, crossing his ankles and staring at the back doorway waiting for Ellie to walk through. As they entered Sam sighed, looking at the two of them. Although he wasn't any taller, Garrett had almost doubled his muscle mass in the last few years, now exhibiting a typical strong hunter's body. Ellie on the other hand had experienced a massive growth spurt between her thirteenth and fourteenth birthdays, and was now close to five foot ten inches tall which meant she was still five inches shorter than Garrett but not nearly as shorter than him as she used to be.

"Hey Dad—what is wrong with you?" Ellie asked, her eyebrows raised as she and Garrett entered the kitchen.

"What? Nothing," Sam shrugged, "Why would you think something is wrong?"

"Because you look like you're having a stroke," she scoffed, walking over to sit across from Cass at the table, "Do you smell toast?"

"I'm fine," Sam stood, smiling awkwardly. "Now what did you—"

"Chow time," Dean interrupted, throwing his brother a quick look as if to say 'not now'. He brought the large bowl of spaghetti to the table, adding it to the array of food already spread out. Garrett slid next to Ellie, his hand resting on her lower back for a brief moment that luckily went unnoticed by the three older men in the room.

The dinner was incredibly awkward, with Sam intermittently staring at Ellie as he ate and Dean and Cass continuously talking about random topics to try and distract him.

"So, how's the weather?"

"Did anyone watch the game last night?"

"Has anyone here watched that new movie?"

Ellie finally dropped her fork loudly onto her plate, shaking her head. "Okay seriously, what is going on? You three are acting even more weird than normal."

Just as Sam opened his mouth to ask her what her text had meant, his eyes fell to her neck. He immediately felt the air being sucked out of his lungs, and his brow furrowed.

"Where is your necklace, Ellie?"

Dean and Cass both looked at each other and then over to Ellie's neck, and all three adults jumped out of their seats, each pulling out their weapons they always had on them. Ellie stood up, her hands held out defensively as Garrett moved to stand in front of her.

"Whoa whoa, wait a second," she yelled around Garrett's shoulder. "I can explain."

"She's not possessed, guys," Garrett groaned.

"She's not wearing her anti possession amulet," Cass growled.

"Because I don't need it anymore, dipshits," Ellie pushed Garrett out of the way and lifted her shirt, revealing the clear piece of plastic taped to her skin just above her hip bone atop a tattoo that matched her father's and uncle's.

"You," Sam huffed, dropping his hand that contained the demon knife, "You got a tattoo?"

"Yup," Ellie smirked, lowering her shirt carefully over the sore spot on her abdomen. "Garrett did too."

She looked over to him and nodded, and he rolled his eyes before pulling down his tee shirt to reveal a matching tattoo on his chest.

"See?" Ellie turned back around with a smile. She dug into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out the necklace, holding it in the air by the chain. "Don't need this anymore."

"You...you got a tattoo?" Sam repeated, his mouth opening and closing.

"Yes Dad," Ellie rolled her eyes, "It's not like I got a tramp stamp though, so chill."

"But you're a minor," Dean held a hand up.

"You only have to be older than sixteen to get a tattoo without your parent's permission," Ellie crossed her arms and smirked. "Oh come on guys, don't freak out."

"So this is what you had to tell me?" Sam sighed, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Oh, um, no."

And the smile was gone again.

"Listen, before I tell you guys," Ellie held her hands up, looking between all three of them, "I need you to promise you won't get all weird about it."

"Mhmm," Sam replied, trying to force a smile.

"I'm serious," Ellie crossed her arms, stopping to stare at her father. "I've kept this a secret for a long time, I can keep doing it."

"What?" Dean growled, stepping forward, "You'd better tell us right now or I'll take your car away so fast—"

"Promise," Ellie interrupted. Although she was responding to Dean, she was looking straight into Sam's eyes. He tightened his jaw as he looked down at her, his fists clenching at his side. She continued to stare at him, but her face softened. He realized that she wasn't looking at him with anger, or attitude, but with a look of concern. Whatever it was that she had to tell him, it was important to her.

"I promise," he whispered, letting out a long breath. Ellie nodded with a smile and then turned to glare at her uncles.

"You too."

"Okay," Cass nodded.

"Whatever," Dean muttered, crossing his arms. Ellie tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine, I promise, happy?"

"Yes," Ellie took a deep breath, then turned her head to look at Garrett. He shot her his best charm smile, giving a quick wink before nodding.

"Garrett and I are together," Ellie said it so quickly, her eyes clamped shut. The following silence was so deafening, they could've heard a pin drop. Ellie slowly opened one eye, looking across the room at the three men.

Dean was smirking with that all knowing look on his face, his arms still crossed as he slowly shook his head side to side. Cass had his head tilted, his brow scrunched in confusion as he looked between Ellie and Garrett.

Sam, though.

Sam's jaw was tightened so hard, the muscles in his cheeks were spasming. His breathing was coming very slowly, and incredibly deep. He was looking directly at Ellie, his hazel eyes almost glowing due to his pupils being so constricted and the gold around them showing.

"Dad?" Ellie said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked up at him.

"That...that's it?" Sam finally found his voice enough to make the words come out.

"What?" Ellie replied, her brow furrowed.

"That's what you had to tell me?" Sam chuckled, dragging a hand down his face.

"Um, yes?"

"Oh thank god," Sam bent over at the waist, putting his hands on his thighs and shaking his head.

Ellie raised her eyebrows and whipped her head around to look at Garrett, who shrugged. She then turned and looked at Dean, who was chuckling to himself.

"What is happening?" She yelled, throwing her arms out to the side and watching as Sam slowly stood up, taking a deep breath.

"Squirt, we've known this," Dean pointed between her and Garrett, "Was going to happen since you were thirteen years old."

"What?" she squeaked, her face scrunched up.

"When we found the two of you asleep on the couch in the den," Cass added, "You were cuddled up together."

"Oh yeah," Garrett chuckled, nodding, "It was when we watched '50 First Dates' and you fell asleep on my shoulder. She wasn't thirteen yet, though."

"What?" Ellie spun around and looked up at him, "You remember that?"

"Of course," he scoffed, "That was the first time I ever—"

Ellie watched with a raised eyebrow as Garrett stopped mid sentence and cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"The first time you what?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"The first time I...kissed you. It was just your forehead," he instantly clarified, holding up his hands as Dean and Cass began glaring at him.

"You did?" Ellie chuckled, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed.

"Shut up," he mumbled, shrugging. "I woke up in the middle of the movie and realized you were laying on me, and your hair smelled good, and...so yeah."

Ellie smiled sweetly at him and then turned back to her uncles and father, her brow furrowed, "So you guys knew this was going to happen?"

"We're just not surprised," Sam chuckled, walking forward and placing a gentle hand on her cheek. "I just don't know why you didn't tell us sooner."

"I didn't want you guys to act all weird around us," Ellie mumbled, pursing her lips.

"Now who would ever do that," Sam asked sarcastically, throwing a look back to Dean and Cass.

"I have no idea what you're insinuating," Cass muttered, crossing his arms.

Ellie rolled her eyed with a chuckle and turned her head around when Garrett came up behind her, throwing a casual arm around her shoulder and leaning down to kiss her temple.

"Hey, whoa," Dean stepped forward, "Don't be thinking that just because we know you two are dating that we want to see you being all lovey dovey."

"Dean," Sam groaned, rolling his head to glare at his brother.

"Just saying," Dean held his hands up.

"Can we please finish eating now?" Ellie rolled her eyes and gestured to their now probably cold meal.

"Sounds good, I just want to talk to Garrett for a minute," Sam smiled down at her, "Alone."

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow as Garrett dropped his arm and started slowly walking across the kitchen, "You're already doing the whole 'don't hurt my baby girl or I'll kill you in your sleep' speech?"

Sam simply leaned forward and kissed her forehead before winking at her and following Garrett into the hallway. The young man was waiting, his hands in his pockets as he looked at Sam. The older hunter gestured with his head to keep walking, and they fell into a slow pace as they wandered aimlessly throughout the bunker's extensive hallways.

"Can I say something first?" Garrett cleared his throat. Sam nodded. "I wanted to tell you as soon Ellie and I started dating. She made me swear to keep it a secret, but I never wanted to."

"I kind of figured that was the case," Sam nodded slowly, "And I don't hold it against you. We both know how stubborn she can be."

"Amen to that," Garrett mumbled, making Sam laugh.

"I know that you'll be good to her, Garrett," Sam stopped at a corner of the hallway, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder, "But you know I have to say this."

"I know," Garrett nodded, putting his shoulders back and letting out a long breath.

"If you hurt her, I won't just kill you," Sam whispered, leaning close to Garrett's face, "We have a dungeon. Dean used to torture people in hell. Cass can castrate you with the blink of an eye. Need I say more?"

"Nope," Garrett gulped, his eyes bulging.

"Good," Sam slapped his hand down on Garrett's arm, his voice back to its normal volume, "Glad we're on the same page. Now let's go finish dinner."

As they walked back into the kitchen, Ellie's brow furrowed when Garrett carefully slid behind her to his seat without letting any part of him touch her. She looked at him and when he gave her a small frightened smile, she whipped her head back around to glare at her father.

"Dad, you broke my boyfriend."

Sam merely smiled, and turned to Dean, "Can you pass the garlic bread please?"

"Absolutely," Dean responded with a smug smile, apparently happy with the way Garrett was acting since returning from his talk with Sam.

Ellie pursed her lips and looked between her father and uncle, then smirked and turned in her chair, grabbing Garrett's face and kissing him full on the mouth. Garrett's eyes got huge and he held his hands out to the side, not really pulling away but definitely not leaning into it either. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of Ellie's shirt, yanking her backwards away from Garrett.

"Alright, knock it off," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Uncle Dean," Ellie put her arms on the table and looked pointedly at him sitting across from her, "You're gonna be nice now, right?"

"Oh yeah?" he scoffed, mimicking her stature, "Or what?"

"Or I'll tell you about all the...stuff that Garrett and your sweet little niece do."

Garrett choked on his drink, Cass looked down to his lap with a blush on his cheeks, Sam groaned and Dean's face instantly began as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Dear god, Ellie," Garrett hissed, wiping his face with his napkin as he turned and leaned towards her ear, "Do you want them to murder me?"

"They won't," she chuckled, nudging him away from her.

"I..." Dean trailed off, looking a little too hard at his plate of food, "I need a drink."