Bobby smiled as he heard raised voiced from upstairs. Kylee and Dean were arguing. Bobby didn't have a clue what it was about but he was sure Dean was the one in the wrong. That was just how those things worked.

Dean married himself a spitfire with a soft heart. Bobby doubted that Dean thought about how much they might clash before they got married. He just loved the girl too much. She was a good gal, Bobby thought she was a darlin'. Dean was the one who had to handle the spitfire side of her, though.

Sam stepped into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him quietly.

"How's Abby doing?" Bobby asked as he continued to fry the bacon.

"Not bad," Sam replied. "She was restless but not sick. I'm hopeful that the new medicine will work."

"Me, too," Bobby agreed. "I'd like to see some weight on that girl."

"Yep," Sam smiled as he grabbed the dishes to set the table. "Have they been at it long?" He motioned up the stairs.

"I'd Say Kylee has quite a bit left in her," Bobby said. "You know your brother. He probably deserves it."

Sam nodded.

"Morning," Tasha greeted them as she came down the stairs.

"Morning," Bobby and Sam replied at the same time.

"You guys practice that?" Tasha smiled.

"No," Bobby put some bacon on a plate. "Any guess when the others will be coming down?"

Tasha shrugged. "Something about dirty underwear on the doorknob."

"That's good for at least another fifteen minutes," Sam piped in. "It's so gross when he does that."

"I didn't need to know," Bobby shook his head.

Tasha laughed.

While the three of them were eating, Dean and Kylee came downstairs, no evidence at all of their little tiff. They greeted them, grabbed their breakfast, and sat down.

"How's Abby?" Tasha asked Sam when they were clearing their plates.

"Good," Sam replied. "Tired, but not sick."

"Tell me when she's up so we can visit."

"Sure. How are you doing?" Sam was surprised at how easily she had adapted to life at Bobby's after what she'd been through.

"I love my new life," Tasha's smile could have lit up the darkest day. "I have my sister back, a new family that really does care about me, and a job that I like."

"That's great. I know Abby loves having you here."

"I'm just so glad she sent you guys after me," Tasha blushed. "Now I can live free of my father's, um, demands."

"His demands had nothing to do with you," Sam told her. "H's sick or evil or both. He was supposed to be protecting you. He failed miserably. It has no reflection on you or who you are."

Tasha nodded.

"Really," Sam smiled at her, "it doesn't. You are a bright, caring and smart woman."

Tasha gave him a hug.

Dean walked over to where they were in the kitchen. "If we're switching spouses, I'd like a change mine for the day," he kept his voice down so Kylee wouldn't hear.

"Hanging your underwear on the doorknob is so gross," Sam replied loud enough for Kylee to hear. Dean tried to shush him.

"Dean!" Kylee called from the table where she and Bobby were still eating. "What are you saying about me?"

"Nothing, honey," Dean rolled his eyes at Sam. "Just advising Sam not to do what I did," Dean turned to go back to the table.

Abby opened up the bedroom door. "Am I missing out on something?"

Sam shook his head. "How are you feeling?"

Abby shrugged.

"Hungry?" Sam sounded hopeful.

"No," she made a sour face.

"Good," Tasha jumped in. "Then we can visit," she ushered Abby back into her room.

Dean and Kylee went outside and got to work. Business for the garage was slow but they worked on vehicles in the scrap yard to get them running in their downtime. They were working on getting the one building cleared to work in over the winter. Bobby tended to be a packrat and he'd had years to collect various items to put in there.

Sam sat with Bobby in the kitchen for awhile. "How's life been treating you?" Sam asked.

"Can't complain," Bobby answered. "How do you feel about being a daddy?"

"A little nervous," Sam admitted. "I wonder if I'll do the job good enough."

"It's a lifestyle," Bobby corrected him. ""All you have to do is love the baby and you will be fine."

"Do they come with instructions?" Sam smiled.

"Don't we wish," Bobby smiled. "I took care of you and Dean and wished for instructions or guidance, too. It was the simple things that just came naturally -- when you needed a hug, when you needed a good talking to and when to let it slide. Those decisions are made by your heart. You'll have no problem with those. It's the practical ones that kept me on my toes. How to get Dean to eat his vegetables, how to teach you to read, things like that."

"Dean still won't eat vegetables but I love to read," Sam told him.

"See? I got it half right," Bobby said. "But, I don't think I did permanent damage to you kids. It wasn't like I'd ever done that before."

"You got one hell of a crash course with having Dean at age five," Sam laughed. "You swam instead of sinking, though."

"So will you," Bobby assured him.

Sam smiled. "You think so? How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you," Bobby looked him in the eye. "I know how much you love Abby and I know that you have a soft heart."

"Will you be open for questions if I get stumped?"

"Anytime," Bobby replied. "That's how it's always been and it won't change now."

Sam was relieved.

"Are you scheduled today?" Tasha asked Abby.

"Yeah. I think I ride in with you and then Sam will pick me up."

"Are you up to it?"

Abby nodded. "I feel much better since I've been able to keep food down.

"I bet," Tasha laughed so Abby did, too. It felt good to laugh, it made the worries slip away.

Tasha spent most of her time wherever Abby was. She doted on her big sister, pampering her though her pregnancy. Tasha still thought back to the babies she'd been forced to abort. She didn't bring it up to anyone. She kept it to herself.

"So are we speaking?" Dean asked after about an hour of working where the only words exchanged were work-related.

"I suppose," Kylee came around the corner with the tool Dean had asked her for.

Dean took the tool, set it down and grabbed Kylee quickly before she could walk away. Just the look in Dean's eyes was Kylee's undoing, but she didn't tell Dean that.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked her and then kissed her before she could answer.

"Enough to take care of your dirty underwear?" she smiled.

"More."

"Wow. More than being able to leave your dirty underwear lying around. That's a lot," Kylee giggled.

Dean held her close and hushed her with long, lingering kisses that took her breath away.