The next day in the new life of Dean Winchester.

Buzz…buzz…buzz…buTHWACK. He stared at the clock for a moment; it was rare that the alarm would wake him up. No nightmares last night, that was good start to a Friday morning. With the surprise visit from Bobby he'd thought for sure his subconscious would go into overdrive and produce a nice graphic replay of a not so distant memory, but the alarm was good. When his eyes could focus he sat up and stretched, then turned to Kayla and she smiled at him sleepily. She never slept through the alarm, she wasn't trained that way. Everything woke her up. He leaned over to kiss her and her hand slid around the back of his neck.

"Good morning." She murmured softly.

It was, it was a great morning. "Good morning." He stroked her hair. "Go back to sleep."

"I was kind of going in a different direction."

She tugged his fingers towards her and he smirked. "It is Friday."

"And what's a little bit late for work gonna matter, on a Friday?"

"That's great work ethic." He slid in next to her again. "I like it."

Like he said, it was a great morning.

Like any other weekday morning, he took a shower while Kayla made breakfast and he was out the door in no time. The short drive to work was so familiar he could have done it forward and backwards blindfolded, and every morning the same working neighbors waved to him as he passed. He knew all their names, he knew all their stories. They probably didn't know, but there were no secrets deep enough to keep it from him and Kayla.

He punched in twenty minutes late and nodded to his boss in his office as he passed. "What's happening man?"

Knowing he should be mad but still smiling he looked up from his computer. "Dean, what was it today? The eighth labor scare?"

He chuckled quietly. "Yeah let's go with that."

His boss, everyone called him Dodge, didn't give him too much crap about anything. He came in, did his job and didn't stir up trouble. Dean did notice that if he ever stood too close to him he'd back off. It was kind of amusing in a way; he'd never acted remotely threatening towards anyone but the guy seemed a little nervous around him. There must be something about hunters.

The rest of the staff could care a less. They were pretty damn laid back and started in with jokes and bullshitting from day one. The easy camaraderie made the days go faster. There weren't any trust issues; he didn't feel like he had to look over his shoulder every time he had his back turned. If he needed help the help was there without even asking for it. Things were just easier.

Typically he would go home on his break, but since it was Friday, his lunch break was spent at the diner up the street with a couple of the other guys. They couldn't drink before going back to work, but this is when the weekend plans were made. Where the parties would be at, which teams were playing and which ones they bet on to win. Dean honestly couldn't stand to watch Football. He didn't see a point other than the better you play the more money you made, and what was the point in that? Where's the entertainment in watching to see which player's paycheck was going to get bigger? It was just mindless entertainment but it was tolerable; it gave Kayla a chance to talk to the wives and girlfriends.

After lunch he finished off another four hours and headed home, where dinner was waiting on the table as it always was. He used to ask her not to, he'd tell her to wait and he would take her out, or he would grill, but after enough lost arguments he just accepted it. They always went out Saturday nights anyway.

"Hey." She smiled brightly and kissed him as he came into the kitchen. "Eww." She wiped her hands on a dish towel. "Grease monkey."

"Yeah a little." He washed his hands again. The game's at Steven's on Sunday.

"Great, I like his wife better." Though she took strides to balance out his habits, she still pulled a beer out of the fridge when he got home.

Accepting that she was determined to take care of him was harder than it sounded. She took to this housewife thing with amazing ease. The place was always clean, the food was always cooked. It seemed out of place for a hunter to wait on someone so willingly but she almost demanded it. It made him feel guilty really, because he always thought she was doing it because she felt guilty.

"Any movement on the home front?" He took the beer and slid his hand over her stomach.

"Plenty. He's a kicker, I think he wants out."

"What? Ready to bust out and face the world? Didn't see that coming."

"No kidding."

He sat at the table with her and told her what little news there was from the day at the shop. Everyone around here was pretty close knit, which meant there was always something to talk about, or rather, someone. She told him about her daily visit with Shannon; though she was a stay at home mom she still put Katie in daycare part time, to work on her social skills. Dean was pretty sure it was so she could work on her own social skills, but whatever. She kept Kayla company.

Kayla seemed okay with the stay at home thing, if she wasn't she'd never say. He wondered if their situation was the exact same. If she was actually happy here but making it hard on herself by wondering if he was. It was hard accepting happiness. It was hard being normal.