The boys were up early for breakfast and eager to go. Bobby made sure they had a good meal, all the information he'd found, and that their minds were on hunting before they left. The girls were in their bedrooms, having already said their goodbyes. Bobby stood on the porch and waved as he watched the Impala drive off.

Kylee came down a short time later and her eyes were red.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, thinking it was because Dean had left.

"Just my family pulling more crap."

"Like what?"

"They think Dean and I are living in sin because we didn't get married in a church. Even though we were married by the same pastor. It's just one of their guilt trips. I'm sure the way our wedding went made them lose face."

"But did you like your wedding?" Bobby asked.

"I loved it," Kylee smiled. "Dean asked me if I wanted to leave him because he's caused some of the issues with my family. I told him 'no'. He reminded me that I have a new family now and they'll love me unconditionally. That's all I needed to hear."

"I'm glad," Bobby gave her a hug.

Kylee ate and went out to the garage.

Tasha came down next, grabbed a quick breakfast and left for work. She just breezed through the kitchen.

That left Abby. Bobby knew the next few days might be hard on her.

"Isn't this great?" Dean's smile was huge. "Fresh air, great tunes and an open road for my baby."

"I've missed this," Sam admitted. "I know I'll also miss Abby while we're gone."

"Me, too," Dean agreed. "I'll miss Kylee, I mean. She gave me one hell of a sendoff last night. She had this sexy, see-through thing that she was wearing, and--"

"Dean, I don't need to hear about your sex life."

"That's not what I'm getting at, Sam. All those one-nighters, they might have had some frilly underlings, but never something like what Kylee was wearing." Dean turned to look at Sam, "I guess you have to be married to get the good stuff."

"Guess so," Sam wasn't offering up any details of his bedroom. Sam thought it was an odd way for Dean to describe marriage, but that was just Dean's way.

Sam's phone rang.

"Already?" Dean seemed shocked.

"I love you, Abby. How are you doing?" Sam answered, knowing he'd get an earful.

"Bobby came in and hooked up the monitor. I just turned it off so I could call you in private."

"Okay," Sam wasn't sure what was required of him at this point.

"Bobby and Kylee are at the garage. Tasha's already at work. I'm all by myself and you aren't here to keep me company."

"I know, honey," Sam knew what to say this time. "That's why I put some books on the dresser that I thought you might like to read. I even found a baby name one."

"Really?"

"It's an old one that was stuffed in Bobby's library so it won't have the most hip names."

"I don't like hip names anyway. I feel better now, Sam. I'll have a list of names for us to review when you get back."

"Sounds good, Abby. I miss you."

"I miss you, too."

"I love you," Sam softened his voice. "I'll call you tonight and you can call me anytime."

"I love you, Sam."

Sam shut his phone and Dean asked, "What was that about?"

"She misses me," Sam smiled.

"So what's the new catastrophe in Abby's world?"

"Don't be like that, Dean. She was just feeling alone. I found an old baby name book in the library. That should keep her busy for awhile."

"Have you thought about names?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "I'm too concerned about her weight to move ahead to baby names."

"Is she still losing weight?"

"No. That's stopped. I am hoping it will be easier from now on."

"Did you know she'd scaring Kylee out of having kids?"

"You and Kylee talk about babies?"

"Yeah, we do. Why does that surprise you?"

"No reason, Dean. It just did." Sam paused for a little bit. "What do you think of being an uncle?"

"Well, the only uncle we ever had was Uncle Bobby and he was cool. So, I think I'll like it."

Bobby heard when Abby shut the monitor off but he didn't panic. After a few minutes, it was back on and he could hear Abby turning the pages of a book.

Bobby hadn't realized what a great mechanic Kylee was until it was just the two of them. Dang if that girl didn't know cars. Bobby was proud of her and told her so.

Kylee's face beamed when she smiled.

"Did you want to drive?" Dean asked at their first gas stop.

Sam shook his head. "I want to look a couple things up while we're on the road. Maybe I will save us time so we can get home sooner."

Dean just nodded. He'd only asked Sam to be polite. Dean wanted to drive the whole way himself.

They pulled into town in the early evening. They grabbed some grub and headed to the motel. Once they walked in, they were reminded of what a nice home they had with Bobby. Just the decor made them want to puke. The beds were almost unbearable. Or, maybe they couldn't sleep because their wives weren't lying beside them.

Each of them had called home before going to bed. Kylee told Dean how Bobby said he was proud of her. That, in turn, made Dean proud, too.

Sam's call with Abby had been harder. She was getting upset and Sam didn't want to hang up when she was crying. He heard the door open and Bobby took the phone from Abby.

"She'll be fine, Sam," Bobby's voice was calming. "We'll just sit up and visit for awhile and then she'll feel better."

"Just take good care of her," Sam was regretting leaving.

"You know I will. Have a safe trip."

"Thanks, Bobby. For everything."

"Don't mention it."

Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and let Abby cry herself out. He rubbed her back and made soothing noises, letting her know that he was there.

"I'm so sorry, Bobby," Abby apologized as she wiped her eyes. "I shouldn't have gotten so emotional."

"Being pregnant tends to do that," Bobby smiled at her and gave her a hug. "Do you need anything to eat or drink?"

"No."

"How about I rest my bones in that rocking chair there and keep you company until you fall asleep?"

"Would you?"

"Anything for you, Abby," he tucked her in. "Just get some rest. I'll be right here."

Bobby grabbed an extra blanket and pillow and settled in for the night.

"How are you?" Bobby didn't like how Abby looked when he picked her up from work the next day. Something about her color wasn't right.

"Tired," she answered as she got in the car. "I just need more sleep."

"Straight home it is," Bobby couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Dean and Sam found out who the spirit belonged to. It was a Norwegian settler that mourned the loss of his family on their trek west.

It wasn't easy to find his designated spot in the old cemetery, but they did. They waited nearby until it got dark and they could dig him up and salt and burn his bones.

It was simple. They phoned the girls on the way back to the motel to tell them that they'd be home a day early.

That night, the boys slept in their hunting life but dreamed of their life at home.

Bobby heard Abby's sounds of discomfort over the monitor. He quietly knocked at the door before going in.

"What is it?" Bobby turned on the light by her bed and saw the grimace of pain on her face.

"I don't know," she replied through gritted teeth. "I just hurt."

Bobby wasn't taking any chances, "I'm bringing you in."

Bobby tried not to panic as he sped through the darkness to the hospital. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Abby shifting position and rubbing her belly. He didn't like what he saw.

Kylee and Tasha were in the backseat, totally silent. They didn't know what was going on, but they were there to offer their support.

Kylee and Tasha helped Abby into a gown while Bobby waited on the other side of the curtain. It had taken some sweet talking to get the nurse to let them back. When the nurse saw how distraught Abby would be without them, she just asked them to follow her.

The doctor said he was going to have to do a pelvic exam. Kylee excused herself and Tasha couldn't stand to be in the room for that.

Abby clung to Bobby's hand. "Can you stay?"

"Of course, darlin'. I'm just turning my chair so we can chat."

The look in Abby's eyes told him how thankful she was that he was there.

The pain Abby felt was caused by the ligaments stretching to accommodate the growing womb. She was told to go home, rest, and take Tylenol as needed.

As Abby dressed, Bobby called Sam. It was before sunup but he wanted Sam to know what was going on.

"We'll leave in about twenty," Sam was already tossing things in his bag. "Are you sure she's alright?"

"That's what the doctor said," Bobby told him for the third time. "Don't get in a wreck getting here. Abby would just be more comfortable if you were here."

"We're on our way," Sam snapped his phone shut and headed to the door.

Bobby stayed in Abby's room. Abby didn't mention pain very much but Bobby could see it in her expression and how she held herself.

"I have an idea," Bobby climbed into bed with his back against the headboard. Abby reclined back on him and he gently rubbed her stomach. That's how they finally fell asleep.

It was also how Sam had found them hours later.

Between the two of them, they got Abby lying down on her own and Bobby out of the bed.

"We need to go talk," Bobby told Sam.

"Will Abby be okay?"

"I'll only keep you a few minutes and we'll take the monitor."

Sam followed Bobby outside. Bobby led him to a corner of his land that the boys had been forbidden to play in when they were younger.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"You'll see."

Bobby stopped in front of a row of headstones. "Loretta, this one here, was my wife."

Sam didn't know what to say. He'd never known that Bobby was married. "What happened?" he asked as he realized how young she'd been when she died.

"We were expecting, you know the whirlwind of joy that comes with that. But, she lost our baby. The pains started while I was gone. Luckily, my mom had taken good care of her and called the doctor.

When I came home, all I could do was hold her like I was holding Abby. Where Abby's ligaments are stretching, Loretta's body was expelling our baby."

Sam's eyes glistened. Bobby was stoic as he continued. "She couldn't live with her baby gone. I loved her as best I could. I stayed by her though all of it.

I don't think she ever blamed me for being gone when it started. I just never forgave myself.

I spent all day in bed holding her when she couldn't get out of bed. All it took was one trip to the kitchen for my world to end."

Bobby started to cry. "Loretta locked the door, smashed the tall windows that she'd liked so much, and slit her throat with the glass.

I busted down the door but I was too late. I rocked her body back and forth until my mom pulled me away."

"There's nothing you could have done or said if she was hurting that bad. She would have done it no matter what."

"That's what my mom said." Bobby wiped away tears. "I had an awful fight with her folks. They wanted her to be buried in town. Our baby was just a blanketed bundle placed in her arms. The night after she'd been buried, my family relocated Loretta and our baby here and buried an empty casket in town. She's where she belongs.

I don't know why, I just wanted to tell you. I told your dad long ago, but we never told you or Dean. Taking Abby in to the hospital and sitting with her, just brought my life with Loretta back to me. Everyone else who knew Loretta is gone now. I still miss her."

"I still miss Jess," Sam's voice was quiet. "Especially when I think back to my time at Stanford." They sat there in silence. "Loretta must have been a wonderful woman to keep up with you."

"She was," Bobby laughed a little. "She was a spitfire, that's for sure. We eloped."

"You did?"

"Yeah, her dad was against the marriage."

"Bobby, what a rebel," Sam smiled.

Bobby smiled back. He glanced back at Loretta's headstone and then put an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Let's get you back to Abby. She sure has been missing you."