Oliver stared at the pictures on Laurel's wall. All smiles and happiness and love. All with a man Oliver didn't recognise. He was teaching her how to play pool in one photo. In another he had his arm around her shoulders, holding her close, surrounded by a group of friends. There were more strangers in that photo. A wedding photo. And the one that really caught his eye; a photo of Laurel in a hospital gown; warn out and tired, but smiling with such love at the little bundle in her arms. The man was standing beside her with his arm around them both. Another photo with another baby and a toddler beside – she had two kids.

"So…ah…you're a mum…" he stumbled over his words; he hadn't been prepared for this. When Tommy had told him to leave her alone, he hadn't thought this would be the reason why.

Laurel glanced over her shoulder at the pictures on the wall, a gentle smile on her lips. "Yeah, I'm a mum. Johnny just turned two and Mary is almost crawling." She saw the confusion on Oliver's face and knew that he couldn't understand the name choice, such apparently bland names, but Laurel knew that they were far from bland. "Dean's dad passed away several years ago, so we named Johnny for him. His mum…his mum died when Dean was four, Mary is named for her. Good people, strong people."

"Laurel? Where'd you put the coffee container…" the tall man walking out of the kitchen let his words fade out when he saw Oliver.

"That does not look like your husband…" Oliver mumbled to Laurel. The idea of her being married had hurt, but she was cheating on the guy? That disappointed Oliver.

Laurel's eyebrow lifted. "No, that looks like Sam – my brother-in-law. Come in Oliver, and we'll get you caught up on things." She stepped back and let him inside. "Sam, the coffee is where it lives, in the cupboard. It's not my fault it never gets a chance to be put away when Dean is home."

Sam chuckled as he turned to go back into the kitchen. "You want anything Laurel? Cup of tea?" she shook her head and went into the living room. "Oliver? You want a drink?" Oliver startled at the use of his name and then remembered he had been all over the television. Everyone knew his name and his face.

He shook his head and mumbled a polite "no thank you" before following Laurel. She was shifting toys into a box at the end of the couch and folding up a blanket from the floor. There was a cry from one of the rooms and Laurel went to check on her daughter. Sam came into the room, carrying a cup of coffee and studying Oliver intently.

"Dean will cover this again when he gets back, but I thought I'd let you know I'm beside him. If you hurt Laurel in any way, you'll answer to Dean and I. We've had shitty lives up to this point, Dean's more so than mine, and Laurel is the first good thing to stay with him. We protect that woman with our lives, do you understand?" he spoke quietly, and his face seemed serene, but Oliver knew it was a strong threat. He would carry through on his words.