Teenaged girls are not subtle. In fact they are more than obvious and it was never so apparent to the Adams' than the day of Hannah's graduation. Being bombarded with loud, meant to be overheard conversations of just how lucky Hannah was to be getting not only Dean Winchester for her Watcher, but to be able to work with his family as well, would have been even more offensive if Gordon Adams hadn't known exactly why they were doing it.
They weren't just attacking Grace's choice of words; they were defending Hannah and the Watcher's Council's decision to make these men Watchers. It got very old, very quickly but Gordon couldn't blame them, they were trying to not make a scene by confronting them and as no one from the school came to quietly chide them for it, he could only assume that the staff agreed with them.
Hannah wanted to own her own business? While he had entertained plans for her to learn and take over his business for years before she had been called, it never occurred to him that she'd want to start her own business. An upscale boutique was a good choice for her. She knew the clientele, she knew the fashions and how quickly they could change from a customer's point of view, she knew how people should be treated, and he nodded to himself. She should do very well at this, if she could live long enough, she had his business sense after all.
If he only believed that she would make it longer than a single year on her own he would have supported her, given her a start up loan or something. As it was he didn't believe that she was going to survive and he couldn't agree to her wasting what was left of her life in pursuing dreams that she would never be able to achieve. Gregory Haize went to Stanford, maybe he could ask him to look in on Hannah. Deep into yet another plan to marry off his only daughter before her death, Gordon settled down in his chair and watched her open her presents.
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Sam and Jess got more than a few strange looks from their friends when they went down to the bookstore to get their class text books. They had both of the twins with them, Mary in a large antique baby carriage, and Johnny in a snugglie carried by Sam. It wasn't that they were trying to hide Mary's casts; they knew the news would get out. It wasn't like they'd put Mary into the casts, her psycho mother who had.
No, not psycho, she hadn't been that. What was the term the shrinks used to describe someone like her? Sam couldn't remember, but he did remember the symptoms. No one else was real to people like that. Everyone else in the world was just a paper cut out of a person and not a real living, thinking, and most importantly feeling human being. The only person who was real to the person who had the disorder was that person.
Sam shook his head as he reached for the book above Jess' head where she couldn't reach. It didn't matter now, she was dead and at least her death had provided them with some answers to the mystery of what had killed his mother. "SAM! JESS! HI!" Sam flinched at the loud voice yelling at them from across the room. 'Please don't let her wake up the babies!' he pleaded with himself, knowing that it was a fruitless endeavor.
Right on cue both babies began to whimper. "Jess, go take the books up, you've got the money. I'll take the twins next door and give them bottles and a change. We might as well ask Karen to join us." Jessica smiled at him and picked up the stack of books she had been leaning against the twins' carriage. After passing the handle to Sam, she reached up and gave both him and Johnny a kiss before walking over to where Karen was wildly waving at her.
It was nearly impossible to maneuver the baby carriage out of the book store with all of the students inside, but Sam was a Winchester and a bunch of college students had never scared him. If they had all been dead, it would have been another story, he admitted to himself, but these were all alive and both his height and the babies ensured that he was given the right of way, especially as he was headed outside. He made it to the coffee shop next door without further incident and was able to change both of the twins in the bathroom. He picked out a booth that had a view of all the exits and sat trying to give both of the babies their bottles while he waited for Jess and Karen.
The operative word turned out to be tried. It seemed that neither one of the twins wanted just a bottle. They wanted to be held. How Sam knew this, he wasn't certain. Perhaps one of the twins was tapping into his psychic friends' network as Dean put it? Or maybe he just knew that after three days of being on the road with them that they never really settled down without a cuddle? Either way, it meant that he was getting a lot of looks from the other customers because of his fussy niece and nephew.
It was Greg who rescued him. "Hey Sam, what's this I hear about you suddenly becoming the part of the baby brigade? Is this why you didn't move into the apartment like we had planned?" Greg swiftly plucked up Johnny and settled him on his lap, not giving Sam a chance to answer.
"That's my new nephew, Johnny. This is his sister, Mary and yes, they are named after my parents. Dean insisted on that." Sam gently picked up the fussing Mary and carefully gave her the bottle. Now that she was in his arms she settled down nicely. Johnny wasn't doing the same for Greg and Sam sighed. 'Please don't tell me that this means he'll only eat for one of us!' He went on to explain the events of the last week.
"So now Dean and Dad have gone to get their Slayers and I've sort of moved into the Slayer house with them. I mean, really, someone has to look after these guys." Sam ignored the looks he was getting from Greg and the fussing Johnny who had finally consented to drink his bottle, but not without a lot of protests. Jessica and Karen joined them at the booth and the moment Johnny saw them he was all coos and smiles for the girls. Greg looked on in disgust as Karen swooped Johnny out of his arms and Sam just shook his head. There was no doubt, if there ever had been, that this was Dean's son.