Abby was so excited when Sam picked her up from work. "Guess what?" she asked as her eyes sparkled. "Tasha has a date!"

Sam opened the car door for her. "Really? I didn't know she was looking."

"She wasn't," Abby replied as she eased herself into the car. "That's what makes it so great."

Sam shut her door and got in, "So what's this guy like?"

"His name is Danny. He works at the store. He must be in his mid-twenties. He's quiet and seems sweet."

Sam nodded as he drove home. "What does Tasha think about him?"

"I don't know. She didn't say much. They're going to a movie on Saturday night."

"Which movie?"

"He said she could pick."

"Very gentlemanly of him," Sam smiled. "I hope they have a great time."

"Me, too. I'm so excited and I'm not even the one going out."

Sam smiled at her. "That's just because you care."

Abby smiled back.

All three of the mechanics were outside when they got home. That wasn't a good sign. Dean only got Bobby if there was something he couldn't fix. Kylee had the new techniques and Dean had old-fashioned trial and error education. They got Bobby when they also needed someone with years more of experience.

"Hey, guys," Sam walked up to where they were gathered around the hood of a car. "Problem car?"

Bobby shot a look at him.

Dean said, "Sam, just don't. We don't need any of your crap right now."

Sam put both hands up, "I wasn't starting anything. Just checking in to see if you guys need anything from inside, like a drink or something."

"I could use a Coke," Kylee replied with a smile.

"Dean? Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Coffee sounds good," Bobby didn't even look up.

"Coffee for me, too," Dean sighed. "Thanks, Sam."

"No problem."

Sam got inside and Abby was already lying down. "Long day at work. Want to join me?" She patted the bed next to her.

"Very tempting," Sam smiled lovingly at her. "I'll join you in a few minutes. I told the crew I'd bring out drinks."

She nodded as she laid back down. "See you soon." Sam thought she might be asleep before he made it back.

They moved away from the car when they saw Sam approaching. He had two cups of coffee in his hands and a Coke held between his arm and his side.

They mumbled their thanks as they moved away from the car to their chairs.

"It might go better after the break," Bobby told them.

"I'd rather have it done," Dean complained.

"Are you the same kid that used to beg me to tinker on cars, even when they were beyond repair?" Bobby asked.

"Why are we fixing this one, Bobby? Can't we pick another one from the yard?"

"And admit defeat?" Bobby laughed. "I don't think so."

Dean just shook his head.

Kylee didn't say much from where she sat and downed her Coke. She had opinions when it was just her and Dean working but when Bobby came out, she kept quiet and learned.

"How's Abby doing?" Kylee asked.

"Tired," Sam replied. "She's probably already asleep. She wanted me to rest by her."

Bobby just smiled, remembering lazy afternoons with Loretta when they were pregnant.

"Better get in there, then," Dean's voice broke through Bobby's thoughts. "Hate to have her hormones change and she comes flying out here in a tizzy."

"That's uncalled for, Dean," Kylee jumped in. "The worst she's ever done to you was to start crying over some comment you made."

"It was funny!" Dean defended himself.

"Not to her," Kylee said.

"Great. Now I can't even talk to people." Dean was getting worked up. "No one thinks I'm funny anymore. I have to walk on eggshells around Princess in there and now I can't even fix a damn car! I can't please anyone. I'm out of here." He stomped over to the Impala and raced out of the driveway, kicking up dust.

Bobby, Kylee and Sam just watched him go.

"I'm going back inside," Sam excused himself.

"Dean was just blowing off steam," Bobby told him. "Abby isn't acting any different than other expectant mothers. He'll be better when he comes back. You'll see."

Sam just shrugged it off as he walked to the house.

"Should be try tackling this car here, Kylee?"

"Sure," Kylee stood up as she looked down the driveway.

"This might just be too close quarters for Dean. He'll just flow off some steam and come back."

"That's still no excuse for his behavior," Kylee sighed.

Bobby couldn't disagree.

Dean drove a mile or so down the road before he stopped. He wasn't headed toward town, not that he wanted to go there. He was headed the way they used to take when they'd leave Bobby's to go on a hunt.

He missed the him he and Sam had spent together on the road. He missed the freedom. He was still glad he married Kylee, he knew he'd never find another girl like her. Sam seemed so content with Abby and their baby. It irked Dean that Sam had settled into the domesticated life so easily and didn't seem to want to roam anymore. Maybe Bobby could find them a hunt. Something close where they wouldn't be gone too long.

He needed to go. Working and living at the same place was talking its toll.

He drove around aimlessly for awhile, cooling off and coming up with a good way to convince Sam to go.

Sam got to the bedroom and carefully shut the door. Like he'd expected, Abby was already asleep. Sam silently slipped in beside her, cradling her with one arm through around Abby's waist.

"Sam?" Abby's voice was quiet as she scooted back to get closer to his body.

"Shh," he ran his fingers through her hair. "Just rest." Then, he leaned forward, kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you."

Abby smiled as she drifted back to sleep.

Bobby's head popped out from under the hood when he heard the familiar engine. "Look who's back."

When Dean came up to them, he said, "I just needed some time away."

"I get you," Bobby told him. "Understand, even. But you need to apologize to Sam for referring to his wife as a princess. That wasn't right."

"I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it." Dean changed the topic. "How's the car?"

"We got past our main issue and can concentrate on the smaller ones now," Bobby wiped his hands off. "I'm going in. I'll leave the rest to you guys."

"Thanks, Bobby," Kylee called after him. Bobby just waved like it was nothing and didn't even look back.

Dean stepped closer to Kylee and assessed the car situation. "What were you working on?" he asked her.

"Trying to figure you out," Kylee didn't even look at him. "You know, why you took off like that, why you would say such things about Abby, what took you so long to get back."

Dean nodded. "You were a busy woman."

"You keep me that way," she told him. "And just after you were trying to convince me that we should have a baby."

"We should."

"Not after how you've reacted to Abby's pregnancy," Kylee's voice was sharp. "There is absolutely no way I am ever going to let you refer to me as a princess because my hormones take over."

"I told you that I regretted saying that. I am going to apologize to Sam."

"That's not the point, Dean," Kylee sounded exhausted. "Your lack of patience, how irritated you get, the fact that you just take off instead of telling me what is going on. I can't trust you to be there for me, Dean. I can't have a serious baby conversation with you until I can trust you."

"You can trust me."

"Not the 'we're having a baby' kind of trust," Kylee sighed. "Consider the matter closed for now."

Dean looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "I'd like talk more about having a baby, just for the record.' He was quiet for a minute. "But I've got something to tell you that you're not going to be happy to hear. I am going to ask Bobby to find a hunt for Sam and I."

"Why?"

"I'm restless. I need to go on one short hunt and then I'll be fine."

"And you think Sam is just going to go along with this?" Kylee was surprised at what he'd said. "Did he already say he'd go?"

"I haven't asked him yet." Dean glanced at his boots and then looked Kylee in the eye. "If I tell him I need him to go, he'll go."

Kylee just shook her head, set down the tool she'd been holding and walked past Dean to go inside.