Dean had been surprised, but only mildly fought her when she suggested her final decision on the house. It was a ridiculously suburban, quiet subdivision complete with homeowner's association, but most of all it was a mere two hours from Bobby. She explained that this was the best choice for several reasons. Hunter or not, Bobby was family, and she wanted the baby to have family around. If something were looking for them, the last place they would expect would be near anyone they know. Lastly, God forbid, if something were to come for them, having a hunter they could trust nearby would certainly be a help.

The neighborhood was middle to upper-middle class, and their new home wasn't the largest in the neighborhood but it was definitely in the top five. It was two stories, not including a decent sized unfinished basement that would be perfect for storing certain hunting items they didn't need laying out in the open. There were four bedrooms: a master bedroom, a nursery, an office, and what Kayla designated as Dean's personal space. She had designed the whole thing with vintage cars, his favorite rock bands and a mini bar, along with a hell of a home theater. It was pretty awesome. As much as he argued that he didn't need his own room, on the really bad days, it felt good to kick back, blast Zepplin loud enough to make the house shake and knock a couple drinks back.

Kayla's pride of the house was the nursery. Of all the other rooms, this was the only one that got the full makeover. New floor, new paint, new fixtures, the works. Everything was color coordinated, every decoration and stuffed animal carefully picked out. The drawers and closet were already filled with the most ridiculously adorable clothes Dean had ever seen. This kid was spoiled before he took his first breath.

"Augh." She looked distastefully at the phone as it rang and glanced to the clock. Seven A.M. didn't used to be early for her. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Is everything okay?"

Kayla glanced over and saw Dean wasn't in bed. "Shannon, hey, yeah. Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be?" She walked towards the bathroom and heard the shower running.

"Well I heard that Impala start up in the middle of the night, I was afraid you might have gone into early labor or something." Her voice was laced with curiosity. "But I figured if you had, you would have called me."

She laughed quietly. "Yes, I would have called you. You've made sure of that. We were just, you know, burning the midnight oil."

"Okay, well, I'm sorry I woke you. I was just worried something had happened."

The water turned off. "I appreciate the concern."

"Dean's working today right?"

"He's breathing, so yeah." She smiled as he came out of the bathroom. "I trust I can expect your normal nine o'clock visit."

"Absolutely. I got a new Parenting magazine yesterday, and there's an article about lamaze…"

She laughed. "I'll see you then."

"Bye!"

Dean pulled a t-shirt over his head as she hung up the phone. "A little early for her exuberance isn't it?"

"Yes." She kissed him softly and sat back on the bed. "She heard us leave this morning, she thought I may have gone into labor and forgot to call her."

"Oh God no." He said flatly. "I'm sorry, I mean, oh my gawd…"

"Don't laugh."

"I just don't know how you can be friends, after dealing with hunters and monsters for so long."

"She's nice, which is a change I suppose…"

He smirked. "What are you trying to say?"

"It's kind of a lack of options."

He got quiet as he pulled his shoes on. "Thank you, for last night."

She smiled. "Not necessary."

Making nice with the neighbors had been easier than expected. Their next door neighbor, Shannon Crews, was a military wife and mother of a three year old tyrant named Katie. With her husband overseas and not due back for a year, she had nothing but time on her hands and was more than happy to give it to Kayla and Dean.

She introduced them to the other neighbors, made sure they were invited to all the block parties and barbeques, and basically made it her personal agenda to make them accepted into the neighborhood. She and Kayla became fast friends and were as close as they could be considering Shannon didn't really know anything about them, well, the truth anyway.

A few of the neighbors connected the dots when Kayla's name spread around and they knew about the murder of her parents. This actually worked in their favor, as news spread quickly and it kept anyone from asking too many questions for fear of bringing up an unpleasant past. For all anyone knew, Dean and Kayla didn't have to do anything. They were simply fortunate enough to be living off an inheritance. This would typically give them a label of being stuck up, but since they'd chosen a quiet, middle-America neighborhood in South Dakota rather than some mansion on the beach, they were alright by terms of moral character.

The only gossip they managed to keep hearing about was the fact that were together, they were having a baby, but they weren't actually married. Outdated as the idea was, it still seemed to get around. Kayla still wore her ring, but the wedding never happened. She went through a brief period of actual planning; Dean had seen her looking at dresses, shoes, flowers, but what it came down to was the guest list. Kayla had been scribbling notes down on a sheet of paper but seemed to have stopped for sometime. She got that distant look on her face and was interrupted when she got up to answer the phone. Dean walked by and saw the last thing written on the sheet: Best Man- That was it. It was blank, because it should have been Sam. It was the last time she did anything relating to a wedding.

During the moving in process and all the interior design, Dean had managed to keep himself busy overseeing the progress of his home. After everything was done however, the house became deathly quiet all the time and he quickly became restless. After a couple weeks he came home from a drive and informed Kayla he'd gotten a part time job down the street at a mechanic shop. He'd just walked up, offered to work for free a couple hours and impressed them enough to offer him a permanent spot with the company. After a couple weeks they'd offered to pay for his certification and gave him a full time position. Kayla knew she was, and he'd never admit it, but she thought he was pretty proud of himself over it.

Dean getting to do something he loved without involving decapitation and burning bones led to him gaining a few drinking buddies of his own. As time went by he and Kayla molded into a 'normal lifestyle' like they'd done it all along and things got better. As they made a life together, he didn't think about Sam as much. His brother's pained expression didn't manifest itself around every corner, his voice didn't echo through every dream. He never forgot, and he never made peace with it, but it got easier.