Sam groaned, mainly for effect than any real injury. The couple continued to volley insults at each other. All the while the man still kept his aim strong. Thankfully, the first blast missed him by a good three feet, but that didn't guarantee the next one would. He concentrated hard just like Dean taught him to take in his surroundings, waiting for the moment to move. He was fast, but no where near as fast as a shotgun blast. He had to chance the bickering as a distraction.

"Poor BABY! Are you okay?"

Backing away, Sam surveyed for any signs of the unnatural. He didn't have time for his daring escape.

"Don't be scared. I won't let him hurt you."

"He don't look like a baby to me."

"Shut your mouth." She barked harshly.

If it meant no more rounds heading his way, Sam was willing to milk it. He wasn't even going to argue about being a baby at this point. He groaned louder, pushing away a bit sloppier for show. The move didn't go unnoticed.

"Now, sweetie pie, are you okay?"

"I guess?" Sam uttered a bit confused. "Just twisted my leg a bit. I'll be okay. You're not a witch are you?"

"Those dang blasted kids in town are at it again... Messing with me..." Hardy continued to rant, murmuring curse words and damnations to the teenagers.

"Don't pay him any mind dear. Now, why are you all the way out here in the dark?" She asked as she gathered up his groceries in a bag. The harsh tone she had with her husband disappeared. Instead, honey seemed to dip on each word with a melodious turn on the end of each word.

"He shouldn't have been out here in the first place. Damn pranksters..."

"HUSH THAT UP! Can't you see the boy's scared?"

Again, Sam wasn't really scared, but he couldn't quite figure out the Millers. He hoped they were the Millers, taking a chance that the mail box had the right name. Still, it didn't seem like a time to argue the point as Hardy still waved his gun about, ranting a mile a minute.

"I... I just needed some chicken. Mrs. Miller, please."

"OH SO! NOW WE KNOW! You were going to steal from me!"

"No...No... But I really need it."

"Hardy!"

"Don't shush me woman! This here is my property..."

"AHEM! This is my family land and unless you want to sleep with the damn chickens, you'll get inside, put another log on that fire to get this boy warm and keep your trap shut."

For several minutes, Hardy eyeballed her, giving her the most ferocious scowl. For whatever reason, the man huffed and stalked back towards the cabin.

"Now, let's talk about you. Do you have a name?"

"Sam."

"We'll Sam, I'm Gina and my worse half is Hardy. This is our farm and as long as I have my way you'll be okay. And for your information, I always get my way." She gave Sam a wink.

"Yes, ma'am." Sam offered.

"Oh, manners. Did your momma teach you that?"

"No, ma'am. My mom died when I was a baby."

"I'm sorry darling. I didn't mean... So it's you and your daddy?"

"Uh-huh. And Dean. He's the best big brother ever."

"Why in the world would any parent in their right mind let there kid wander on. Seems like poor upbringing to me." Hardy stared from the doorway, obviously eavesdropping.

"SHUT UP! You don't know anything!" Sam defended, visibly upset.

"Don't press your luck old man!" Gina warned. "Now, I'm afraid he's right. No one should let a child run unsupervised."

"I'm not a baby and my brother taught me to take care of myself. I just had to have..."

"CHICKEN!" Hardy mocked, but stopped when Gina gave him a look.

"Why in the world would you need a chicken?" She exclaimed.

"It's for my brother. I need to get this for him."

"Probably for some SATANIC RITUAL!" The man smarted.

"No! Don't you ever say that!" Sam demanded, red-faced and upset.

"Easy, easy. Don't you pay attention to him. You tell everything to Mrs. Gina, okay?"

Scrutinizing her for several seconds, Sam perched his lips, unwilling to say anything. With a few glances back at Hardy, he sure wasn't going to say the truth. Secretly, he wondered if it would mean anything to a stranger. How can you tell someone that your big brother was so affected by you mother's death and for one day you wanted to give him a part of that back. How could he explain the importance of all the small pieces when there was so many facets that even he didn't understand yet?

"Come whisper it to me. We won't tell old bristle britches." She smiled, looking at him deeply and warmly.

The insult gave Sam reassurance that maybe this woman would understand what he was trying to do for his brother. For once in his life, he would make the world good for Dean. Slowly he leaned forward, relaying his mission in a tone barely audible.

Hardy, annoyed with not being included, threw his hands on his hips, mocking and tilting his head back and forth. He was about to open his mouth when his wife suddenly threw her arms around the boy, hugging with all her might.

"Gina?"

"You go get that Road Island Red." She sniffled.

"What in all that is holy..."

"Just do as I say." She said sharply, and then softened. "Just do as I say." This time she glanced at him, her eyes begging.

"Alright suit yourself."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Sam started to apologize when the woman let him go.

"Oh, Sweet baby. You didn't." She wiped at Sam's cheek. "That is the saddest and most beautiful thing I have ever heard."

"I... Do you think he'll like it?"

"I'll think he'll cherish it always. Do you know how to make it?"

"I looked it up in the library and I..."

"Let's get you inside, another storm is coming up and we don't want you getting everything all wet. You may not believe it, but I have lots of experience with chickens."

"Never would have guessed." Sam chuckled wryly, letting some of the emotional pressure go.

"And you let ol' Gina take care of this. This will be the best surprise ever. I'll make sure of it."

"I can't ask you..."

"You aren't asking. You ever pluck a chicken before?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I think you're going to need help."

Author's note: I've moved and I have found that I really hate boxes at the moment! Is Box Hell close to Dean's Hell. I could use a cute neighbor- one that didn't show off her thong in her pants with Sassy on the the back. NOT GOOD, BELIEVE ME, but I can report daily on the undie color. Its such a joy. And then there is the woman who walks her dog in nothing but a towel! Dude, I can't make stuff like this up! All I need is Jerry Springer or Maury to give one of the guys a paternity test! PEOPLE ARE SO WEIRD!

But, anyway, I still have no internet access set up at the house, but I will try to update at a friend's place when I can. Catch you all later!