This is bad. This is really, really bad. Dean's been watching the Marathon of the Antiques Roadshow since this morning…he hates that show. The only few times I saw him like that was when we were about to get Carrie as our new daughter, the day she started dating Hamish officially and the night she and Hamish…well, you know, they did some inappropriate stuff. It was clear; Dean was feeling so much fear and anger that he was hiding it from Carrie, and me. This is something I really hate but quite like too. He pretends to be as hard as a rock when he doesn't want her to go with another man.

I have to say I'm feeling like that too, he's not the only one who's been looking after her in this whole boyfriends situation; Dean is the one playing the pranks when Carrie takes one of her boyfriends to the house, I'm the one having an eye on her in Stanford…don't ask me how I do that.

The difference between Dean and me is that I already get over the topic about Carrie marrying Hamish, she looks so happy and I've never saw her like that with another guy, most of the boys she dated were just distractions and some playing when she was younger. Hamish is the first boy she is serious about, the least Dean and I could do is support her in this entirely… even if is against his will. I know him better than she does and I know for sure the next six months are going to be a total mess for Dean.

"You ok?" I know asking it's pointless but maybe he has pull himself together since Carrie told us about her engagement, maybe he grew up and accepted the inevitable coming.

"Yeah, pretty good. You know where Carrie is?"

"Ah…she went out with Hamish just a couple of hours ago. She said she wanted to start planning the wedding."

"What? Why so soon? The wedding is six months, there's a lot of time to planning all that stuff."

Yeah, sure, since neither your brother and you have a proper wedding you think is that easy eh? Guess what Dean it's not that simple.

"Dean, all those stuff needs time. Carrie needs to plan the wedding right now if she wants it to be the perfect day of her life."

"She said that to you before rushing out of the house with that British jerk, didn't she?"

…I think I'll reconsider the way I speak for her.

"C'mon Cass, you hate that guy too! Are going to let our girl to marry THAT jerk? I think the last thing we need is another freak in the family." He is overreacting, again.

"Why do you consider Hamish a freak? He is a smart boy, he always picks Carrie and takes her home ten minutes before the hour you said in both of it, he has never complained about your pranks and he is harmless." The only time he smiles for a second is when I mentioned the pranks, I know those things are his pride but this is getting ridicules.

"That doesn't matter, he is going to marry my Carrie and I still don't know who the fuck are his parents."

…Oh God…Why?

"Cass, what is it? Why are you looking away?" I know my eyes are looking away from him, I know he doesn't know anything about Hamish's parents, but I just can't help feeling so guilty just because Carrie convinced me not to tell Dean anything about it.

"…So you…you know the parents of the bastard?"

"…In a matter of speaking…" Uh oh, he's making that face again, that face that says he so done and that he really wants to kill that boy. "I just know the basics that Carrie told me and some others Hamish says sometimes."

"You fraternized with the enemy?" Now he is making some drama, again.

"First of all, he is not the enemy, not since you said he passed your tests. Second, what else did you want me to do? Carrie wanted us to know more about him, when they're in the house and you're in the garage we often talk about his family. What was I suppose to do?"

"Lie!" he says as a hysterical order in his breaking point of nonsense. "It's not so hard."

"You always say that I'm a terrible liar. Besides, Hamish parents are not so bad, one was soldier and a doctor, and the other one is a very famous detective who solves cases faster than the police you have to admit that is decent."

"Yeah decent, all the boys that tried to get near my little angel were from a decent family and they didn't last two weeks of my pranks, you have to admit that's pretty nasty if you think what kind of family does he has."

Here we go again. For the record, our family is decent in a matter of speaking too, he is an overprotecting dad, his brother is lawyer married with mine who you can call a 'trickster and I am in the middle with the kids with the right to say we are normal compared to them. Since the kids and I won't freak out and make such a big deal about the things Dean does.

"Well, the boy is a hard contest compared to the others you send to their homes crying and nearly to the hospital. He is just different, that's all."

Then the front door opens with the voice of our girl. Thanks Carrie, you really are an angel of the Lord.

"Bye honey! See you tomorrow." Then we hear the car away as it get sit's road. "Hi dad."

She leans and kisses me in the cheek, the same goes for Dean and he tries to smile normally but I know he tries to pretend as long as Carrie is with us. Then she goes to her room and we both hear the door shut close.

"Ok Dean look, you can take it from me, Hamish's parents are very good persons, and as you can see-"

"If there's a boy who can't scream like a lady when he sees a what I named Leviathan in Halloween's night, plus a horrible Wendigo in the corner of our entrance then I think this kid has seen things beyond that. What if he is a psychopath or something worst?"

I can remember how he used to say I acted like a mother whenever we were in the park with the kids…now I think the mother is someone else, when did we switch our rolls in this last ten years?

"Seriously Dean?"

"You think I am exaggerating?" he sounds so in disbelief. The only thing I can do shrug my shoulders and wait for something more mature from him. But since he is not going to accept it unless someone has the guts to tell him, better do it before another thing put him like a hysterical mother. Also, Carrie is at home, the last thing she needs is to know one of her dads doesn't want her to get marry until we both die.

"Dean, you have to get over it. Carrie is going to get married; you have to pass the phase of the hysterical mother to one where you are mature and willing to support our daughter. Even if you don't really want that."

As response, he nods and says ok, I'm not buying it but we can't argue about this with Carrie upstairs. If we don't mention it then I only have to get some back up to keep an eye on Dean for the next six months and some more for the day of the wedding.

Late at night neither of us mention the topic from the morning, I decided to go and sleep hoping he understands what this means for our girl, hoping he change his mind and give the boy an opportunity to be part of the family. I didn't fall asleep on purpose just to confirm he wouldn't do something, and then I can hear him putting the laptop on his lap and his fingers tapping in the keyboard. Yes, I'll definitely call Sam tomorrow morning.