"So tell me all the details," Abby patted the bed beside her.
"There's not much to tell," Tasha sat down. "We went to dinner and a movie. Danny told me about his family and asked about mine. I told him about you and our family here. What do you tell people when they ask?"
"Well," Abby had to think about it, "I've tried to avoid the topic. When I was really pushed into it, though, I said that they died in a car wreck. Nobody ever asked many questions after I told them that."
"What have you told the people here?"
"They know about you," Abby smiled at Tasha, "and I tell them about the people I live with. When they asked about our folks, I've changed the topic. I don't think I told anyone that they were killed in a car wreck. Should that be our story if someone asks?"
"Sure. It's easy to remember," Tasha agreed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. A little tired, that's all."
"I'll let you get some rest, then," Tasha gave Abby a hung before she stood up. "Do you need anything?"
Abby shook her head. "See you later?"
"Yeah. I'll see you again before I go to work."
"How'd your talk with Abby go?" Bobby asked Tasha.
"You were right. I feel better now. We've settled on our parents getting killed in a car wreck."
"That's believable and generic. It should work fine."
"What happens if I get serious about someone?"
"Then, you might have to tell them the truth," Bobby told her. "That's not something you need to worry about right now. When the time comes, you'll know what to do."
"I wish I had as much confidence in me as you do."
"You just need to listen to your gut a little more. You've got good judgment. In time, you'll learn to trust it. You hungry?"
Tasha and Bobby sat down to breakfast with Sam not far behind.
Dean woke up and Kylee was still asleep. He watched her for a few moments, thankful for her. He tried kissing her to wake her up, but she just groaned and snuggled in closer to Dean. Apparently, she wasn't ready to rise and shine yet.
Dean smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted off. He had many things that he once thought impossible. Whenever Sam had talked about wanting a normal life, Dean had laughed at him, even though a small part of him felt the same. The larger part of Dean could not picture a life without hunting.
He had a wonderful wife, a comfortable bed of his own, a job that he enjoyed, and roots even deeper in a place that he'd considered his 'home' since he was little. He had the home that his dad had always wanted for him. He hoped that his parents were looking down on them and smiling, proud of their sons.
"Bobby?" Sam knocked on the library door.
"It's open," Bobby called back.
"What are you researching?"
"Just had an idea the other day and I wanted to check it out. Why?"
"I just wondered if I could talk to you for a minute."
"You bet," Bobby moved a stack of books. "Take a load off."
Sam smiled even though he was nervous. "Abby and I leave for our anniversary on Thursday. I'm a little nervous that something could go wrong and I wouldn't know."
"Something could go wrong with what?"
"Abby or the baby."
"She's how far along?" Bobby asked.
"About 30 weeks."
"You have two months left before her due date. Your little trip should be fine."
"How did you know to bring her in when I was hunting?"
"She was having stomach pains. Sam, if you're ever wondering if she needs to go in or not, just take her in."
"I don't even know what should be a red flag that something isn't right, Bobby. Do you remember from your life with Loretta?"
Bobby drummed his fingers on his desk as he thought back. "Bleeding, stomach pains of any kind, fever or not feeling the baby move in awhile. That's all that I can think of, Sam. Take her doctor's number in case you need it."
"I feel stupid for not knowing," Sam's voice got soft. "What kind of husband am I when I don't know how to care for my pregnant wife?"
"You're a first-time daddy, Sam. Abby doesn't know everything about being pregnant either, so don't feel bad."
"Do you think I'll be a good dad?"
"Once they are born, there is a whole new set of rules. Babies get colic, teethe, get sick, and put you on the roller coaster ride of parenthood. It's going to be a learning experience from now on, Sam. You did fine at school, so I know you can learn."
"But how do I know if I'm doing a good job?"
"Your grades won't be letters. They will be smiles and laughs from you little one, watching the sun come up after being up all night with a sick child, or hearing them call you 'dada' for the first time. You'll do a fine job."
Sam took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Did you have any other questions?"
Sam shook his head. "Thanks."
"Anytime," Bobby watched Sam leave before turning back to his books.
"Who in the hell would buy a car like this?" Dean asked Kylee.
"I don't know, Dean. It isn't that bad."
"It's stubby looking and purple. There's no class to it."
"As opposed to your baby?" Kylee smiled as she searched for the right tool.
"Hey, black is a cool color and the Impala is a classic."
Kylee just nodded as she listened. She'd heard this all before.
"I can't see spending good money on a car that's so ugly. What were they thinking of?"
"Bet it gets good gas mileage," Kylee told him.
"Gas mileage? Come on. A car is supposed to be more than just a vehicle. It's an extension of its owner."
"So you wouldn't like a purple car?"
"Are you serious? Have you even been listening to me?"
"Yeah, Dean, I have. No car is as great as your baby. I like how the Impala looks but I'm more practical and a car is just a vehicle to me."
Dean made like he was having a heart attack.
"Oh, settle down, Dean. I know we'll be keeping and working on the Impala for the next forty years."
"Forty? I plan on driving her longer than just forty more years."
"I'd hate to be the person from the Department of Transportation who has to take your license away when you get too old and feeble to drive."
"Who are you calling old and feeble?"
"Don't worry, I'll be old and feeble right along with you. I'm just don't love to drive as much as you do."
"That's why I married you," Dean said. "You always let me drive."