Bobby startled at the sound of the door slamming shut. "Kylee," Bobby was shocked at how Kylee looked. "Are you okay?"

"Ask Dean!" she went straight upstairs.

Bobby shrugged and took a deep breath. Apparently that drive didn't help Dean like Bobby thought it would.

Dean came in and it was quieter than Kylee's entrance. "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby nodded.

"I have something to ask you."

"Kylee is upstairs, Dean."

"That's not--I mean, I figured that." Dean sighed. "I need you to find a hunt for me and Sam."

"What?"

"You heard me, Bobby. Something close so we're not gone long. I just need to go for a hunt."

"I don't think Sam's going to go," Bobby told him. "I could go with you, though."

"Thanks, Bobby, but no. I miss the times Sam and I had on the road. I miss the connection that we are slowly losing."

"Dean," Bobby leaned forward, "you can't go back in time. Sam had a hard time when Kylee came into the picture. It was second nature for him to be taking care of you when you were wounded. It was difficult for him to let Kylee care for you instead of him. He had to accept that he had to adjust to his new position in your life. Now, Sam had Abby and they're expecting. Maybe you need to accept your new position in his life."

"Sam will go hunting with me if you'll watch over Abby."

"I'll never stop watching over all of you because you are my family," Bobby replied. "Don't be upset with Sam if he refuses to go. He never had the drive to hunt like you do."

"But you'll look for a hunt for us?"

"If Sam agrees to go, I'll start looking. Maybe we could get a monitor to put in Abby's room in case she needs something. We'll figure something out."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Don't thank me yet. You still have to convince Sam. And, there is the little matter of your wife upstairs."

"I know," Dean ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up terribly. "Any advice you can give me?"

"Nope, Dean. You got into this on your own, you can get out of it on your own."

"I guess," Dean sighed. "I think I'll let Kylee cool for awhile longer. I'll go talk to Sam first. Where is he?"

"Resting with princess," Bobby reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," Dean replied. "I have to do that, too."

Bobby chuckled.

Dean listened at Sam and Abby's door and didn't hear anything. He turned the knob slowly, opening the door to see them both asleep. He crept to Sam and tapped him on his shoulder.

"Wha?" Sam was trying to get his eyes fully open as he turned to whoever had tapped his shoulder.

"It's me," Dean told him. "We need to talk."

"Can't it wait?"

"It's important, Sam."

"Okay. Meet you in the kitchen."

Dean stepped quietly into the kitchen.

Abby stirred when she heard voices.

"It's fine, honey," Sam whispered. "Dean just wants to talk. I'll be back in soon."

"Love you," she mumbled sleepily.

"I love you, too, Abby," he kissed her as he tucked the blanket around her sleeping body.

Sam stretched as he got out of bed and made his way to the door.

"What's up, Dean?"

"I've asked Bobby to find a hunt for us," Dean informed him.

"Why?"

"Because I feel the need to be on the road, Sam. Don't you feel it?"

Sam shook his head. "What about Abby?"

"I'm sorry that I referred to her the way I did, that was way out of line. Bobby has said that he would watch out for Abby. He was thinking of getting a monitor to put in here by her in case she needed anything."

"Whoa. You talked to Bobby first?"

"Yeah. I needed to know if he would find us a nearby hunt."

"And I'm just supposed to leave Abby?"

"Come on, Sam. You know Bobby will take good care of her."

"But, I'm her husband, Dean. I'm supposed to be the one taking care of her."

"It will just be for a little bit."

"I'll have to talk to Abby when she gets up," Sam told him. "And, I'll have to talk to Bobby first."

"Okay," Dean replied. "You can go talk to Bobby while I go see if Kylee's locked me out or not."

"So that's how she took it," Sam smiled. "You'd better hurry, score some brownie points for being quick to apologize, or whatever."

Dean just laughed as he bounded up the stairs.

"Bobby."

"Hey, Sam. I figured you'd be coming to talk to me."

"Yeah," Sam laughed a little. "I guess so."

"I won't look for a hunt if you don't want to go," Bobby told him. "I made that clear to Dean. If you don't want to go, I won't even search for one."

"I'm going to talk to Abby when she wakes up. Dean said you might hook up a monitor so that you could hear if she needed anything?"

"I've seen those danged baby monitors on television. Looks like it could stay in her room and I could carry the receiving end with me. It wouldn't be a problem, Sam. Abby would be in good hands."

"I know," Sam shifted in his chair. "I just feel the itch to go hunting, too. Just me and Dean on the road, classic rock and greasy burgers. Is it wrong for me to want that for just a little while?"

"Depends. If one hunt will settle you down for being a dad, it's okay. If you're going to keep taking off and missing parts of your child's life, well, you know the answer to that."

Sam nodded. "I just need some time with just me and Dean. I miss that."

"He said as much, too," Bobby told him. "You both live in the same house. It isn't like you never get to see each other. You just need to make plans for a guys' night out and stick to it.. That might help."

"Thanks, Bobby. I'll let you know what Abby and I decide. I'd better get back in there. I told her I wouldn't be gone long."

"It's the little moments that make up a lifetime, Sam. Like this time you spend with Abby."

Sam smiled as he left the room.

Dean tried the knob. Locked. "Kylee?" he leaned his forehead against the door. "Let me in, baby, so we can talk."

No response.

"Kylee?" he tried again.

Silence.

Dean fished a paper clip out of his pocket and sprung the lock on the doorknob. Kylee was asleep on the bed. Dean looked closer at her and saw the marks where tears had stained her cheeks. The tissue box was almost empty. Dean felt like an awful husband. He got out of his dirty clothes and slipped into bed beside her. Their talk could wait. Kylee had apparently worn herself out. Before long he was also asleep.

The only one awake in the house was Bobby. He knew the boys missed their time together and being as convincing as they were, they'd probably get their wish and be able to go. So, he started searching for a hunt, nothing too hard because they were a little rusty, and nothing too far away because they were needed at home. Surprisingly, he found one. Now he just had to wait to see if they were going to go.

He turned off his computer and decided to rest on the couch. No point in making dinner because he didn't know when the others would wake up and he wasn't hungry yet. He pulled the afghan down over him and drifted away.

Abby stirred and stretched in Sam's arms.

"How'd you sleep?" the way he asked her, she knew he'd been watching her sleep.

"Good. How about you?"

"I wasn't tired. I just wanted to be next to you."

Abby smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Sam kissed her. Abby saw a look cross Sam's face and it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Sam. What is it?"

"Hmm?"

"I saw that look. What's going on?"

"Dean's asked me to go on a hunt with him."

"Are you going?"

"I don't know. I wanted to talk to you before I gave him an answer."

Abby let out a long breath.

"You okay with discussing this now? Or should I just tell Dean 'no'?" Sam didn't want to cause her to worry.

"Now is fine. Tell me about it," Abby snuggled back in so she'd be comfortable.

Sam told her how the hunt would have to be nearby and Bobby would hook up a monitor so he would hear her if she needed something. He told her how Dean felt restless and needed to go, how it would be too dangerous for Dean to go alone.

"Do you want to go?" Abby asked point-blank.

"Yes," Sam looked her in the eye. "I don't want to go if it's going to screw us up, Abby. I miss when it used to be Dean and I on the open road, hunting evil. I don't want to go back there, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm thrilled that we got married and are having a baby. I just feel like I need a couple days with Dean. What do you think?"

"I'm not going to make you stay, or make you feel guilty for wanting to go. Are you sure this isn't just the start of something and you want to be back on the road full-time?" Abby was trying not to let her eyes well up with tears.

"Oh, honey," Sam wiped the tears away. "I never meant to make you sad."

"It's the damned hormones," Abby's voice cracked. "I know I have other people here to help me. Our baby isn't due for quite awhile. I want you to be happy and not have to wonder what it would have been like if you had gone. I don't want Dean to get hurt because he went by himself. As long as you call home every night and keep your phone on, you should go. I just might need to call you with an awful hormone attack. They kind of hit me out of the blue, you know."

"I know," Sam looked at her beautiful face. "I'd hate to miss a mood swing."

Abby laughed. "So are you going to tell him?"

"Not just yet," Sam pulled Abby closer. "I'm busy resting with my wife."

"Ugh," Kylee moaned as she got out of bed. "What a headache."

"Kylee?" Dean was slowly waking up. "Want me to get you some aspirin?"

"I know where it is," Kylee stated as she went off to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

"This is about me wanting to go on a short hunt with Sam, isn't it?" Dean asked from the doorway.

"No, it's not." Kylee turned to face him. "That is the furthest thing from my mind right now."

Dean's posture instantly softened. "What's wrong, Kylee?"

"I got a phone call from my folks," her bottom lip started to quiver as she spoke.

Dean wrapped his arms around her. "What did they say?"

"I'm living in sin," she blurted out.

"We're married."

"We didn't get married in the church."

"We still got married by the pastor," Dean was lost.

"Doesn't matter. We're living in sin and if we have kids, they will consider them bastards and not their grandchildren."

Dean's head was spinning. "What? That makes no sense. Did they disown you? Because of me?"

"You aren't very high on their list, Dean, but that doesn't matter to me. They didn't use the word 'disown' but I think that is what they meant."

"Because of me?"

"Because I embarrassed them in front of their friends and family. Because I didn't show to my own wedding. Because you couldn't tell my dad what you did for a job. It's a guilt trip, and I know it. Too bad it still works on me, even with the miles between us."

"Oh, Kylee," Dean felt awful. "I'm sorry they did that to you, baby. They had no right to. We're not living in sin because we're married. Any baby of ours would be absolutely wonderful."

"I don't want to discuss babies right now," she whispered.

"I'm not, I'm just saying--" Dean cut himself off. "I love you and nothing they said was the truth. Do you hear me? They lied."

"I know," she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Does what they said make you want to leave me?" Dean hesitated but had to ask.

"No," Kylee sniffled. "Not even on a day like today."

Dean held her and told her about her new family that would never treat her like that. She belonged at Bobby's, surrounded with people who loved her back. Kylee weakly nodded.

"Go with Sam if you won't be gone long," Kylee said out of the blue.

"We can talk about this later," Dean suggested. "You've already been through the wringer today."

"No, I want you to get this restlessness out of your system. If it means that you will be gone for a few days, that is fine with me."

"Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" Dean asked her.

"You might have," she said as they walked back to the bed. "But tell me again."

"You, Kylee Wincheser, are a total original," Dean told her as he tucked her back in under the blanket to rest until the aspirin took her headache away. "You are the only woman I know who loves cars as much as I do. And, you are beyond a doubt the only woman who gets me. You are smart and strong, but still sensitive. I love the fact that you show your emotions so easily around me. I don't have to wonder what is going on in your mind because you'll just tell me. You're also very cherished and the only one I love."

"I like the sound of that," Kylee's voice was soft. "Can you stay here with me?"

"There's no place I'd rather be," Dean kissed her cheek. "Rest and you'll feel better. I'll be right here."