"We need to leave today, don't we?" Abby asked in a sleepy voice.

"Not until eleven," Sam pulled her back into his embrace. "We don't have to get up now."

"You're a bad influence, Sam."

"How's that?"

"When I see you, I want you, and I don't want to leave our bedroom."

Sam laughed. "Same here, Abby. Does that mean you're a bad influence on me?"

"Maybe we're just really in love," Abby tried to find another explanation. "Do you think we'll always be in love like we are now?"

"Oh, honey. There's no cure for what we have. This is how it's gonna be."

"Good," Abby got comfortable and fell back to sleep.

Dean woke up and watched Kylee sleep. He was taken in by her beauty. She hardly wore makeup and she never wore it to bed. It was just the way her lashes curled, her dark hair pooled around her on her pillow, and the way her face looked when she was totally relaxed. He filed the sight away in the memories that he held close before kissing her.

Kylee shifted around a little before she stretched and put her arms around Dean. "Morning, baby," his voice had a sexy, sleepy tone to it.

"Morning," she murmured back as she got comfortable with her head on his chest.

"You're not going to fall back to sleep on me, are you?"

"You're so comfortable, I just might."

"I love you, Kylee," he ran his fingers up and down her bare back.

"Love you."

"I was hoping we could talk," Dean sounded hesitant.

"About what?"

"A baby," he said and hoped that Kylee wouldn't just bolt out of the room.

"Okay," Kylee sighed. "You talk, I'll listen."

Dean raised his eyebrows, unsure of how he'd made it this far. He'd pictured a two-way conversation, but he could plead his side if that's what it took.

"I said some rotten things when hunting was eating at me. I didn't mean them, and I should not have said them. I just tend to speak before thinking sometimes, you know that. I wasn't frustrated with Abby, I just said what popped into my mind first.

All my life, I've been taking care of people. I don't remember a time that I wasn't. Now I have you, and I am content with that. Until Sam and Abby announced that they were expecting, I hadn't given kids much thought. Then, I recalled taking care of Sam, how it felt to hold a baby and be their whole world. I remembered the sleepless nights and temper tantrums, too. Still, the good memories outnumbered the others.

I just want us to be able to talk about it, Kylee. If you don't want to have a baby, that's fine. It won't change how much I love you. I just don't want to be shut out. That's all I have to say, Kylee. What do you think?"

"We never talked about kids before we got married. I've never felt a irresistible desire to have a baby. I'm happy with just he two of us. I guess that right now, I don't want to have one. But, I've never spent a whole lot of time around kids, and my new niece or nephew might change my feelings about it."

"So it isn't a definite no for forever," Dean clarified. "Does that mean we're all right talking about it now?"

"Yeah," Kylee nodded. "I'm not so mad and defensive anymore."

"That's all I wanted, Kylee. I just wanted to be able to talk to you about it."

"Are we done talking now? I'd like to just curl back up on your chest and relax with you for awhile before we need to get up."

"Yeah, I'm done talking."

As Kylee rested, Dean felt better after they'd talked. He had hope for the future because Kylee wasn't going to lock him out of decisions they needed to make. He'd been scared that her shutting him out was going to be a regular thing and that it was just something he hadn't noticed before they got married. Now he knew she wasn't like that.

In the peacefulness of the early morning, Dean fell back to sleep. Just holding Kylee as she slept made it impossible to stay awake.

When Sam and Abby went to check out of the motel, they made a reservation for the following year. It happened to be the same lady in the office that had taken pictures of them. She made them promise to bring pictures of the baby to the motel with them the next year.

Abby smiled and said that she would. She was touched by how much a total stranger cared about their unborn baby. Abby did not think she was asking about the pictures because she was being polite. The lady seemed to sincerely care. Abby felt her hormones kicking in and Sam recognized that look.

He wished the lady a good afternoon and moved Abby to the door.

"You okay, honey?" Sam asked after the door shut behind them.

"Just so touched that she wants to see pictures of our baby."

"Everyone will want to see pictures of our baby. Between you and me, we have the looks department covered and then some. We're gonna have one heck of a beautiful baby."

"Sam," Abby almost chocked on a laugh. "You big goof."

"That's me," he flashed her a smile as he closed her car door.

They drove down the road in a comfortable silence, holding hands.

"How did Tasha's date go?" Sam asked.

"Good," Abby nodded. "Danny was a gentleman. He talked about his family and asked Tasha about hers. She told him about the group of us at Bobby's. He didn't ask her any further questions about her past or her family."

"How is she supposed to explain your family?"

"I've said that my folks were killed in a car wreck. She's going to say the same thing since people around here know us as sisters."

"I totally forgot that she was going on the date when Dean and I came home. Did she need to call for anything?"

"She was upset when she got home but she talked to Bobby and then felt better. You and I were already asleep, or she would have come to talk to me."

"Tell her she can always wake us up," Sam told her. "If she needs to talk, I don't care if it is in the middle of the night, she should feel that she can wake us up without having to think twice about it."

"It turned out fine, Sam. Bobby got her calmed down and feeling better. You know how understanding Bobby can be."

"Just make sure she knows for future reference, okay?"

"Of course, my protective husband, whose obligations extend past his wife to her family," Abby gave him a smile. She loved him because he was that way, and he knew it.

Tasha was on the porch when they got home.

"Mind if I swing with you?" Abby asked.

"Sit on down," Tasha patted the seat next to her. I think they made porch swings to fit two people because enjoying the outdoors is better when done with company."

"Could be," Abby sat down carefully. "I always thought they were romantic. What do you think my chances are of getting Sam to swing with me?"

Tasha gave a snorty laugh, "You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he doesn't know which way is up. He'd do whatever you asked him to."

"Think so?"

"I know so. I'd even bet money on that."

Abby pondered getting Sam on the porch swing. Then, she was reminded of what she really came to talk to Tasha about. "Have you seen Danny since your date?"

"Here and there at work."

"Are you going out again?"

"I don't know. He hasn't asked me yet," Tasha looked down at her hands.

"Do you like Danny? Do you think there could be a spark there?"

"There could be. I don't know. Who the hell decided to make dating so confusing?"

"If you like him, you can ask him out."

"Isn't that being too forward?"

"I don't think so. Not these days, at least."

"I'll have to think about it," Tasha replied.

"Sam wanted me to let you know that you can talk to us at any time. You could have woken us up when you came home from your date."

"Bobby said you were asleep and I knew Sam had just gotten home. I didn't want to be a bother."

"You could never be a bother, Tasha. You're family."

Sam was looking out the kitchen window at the girls on the swing. Abby looked so young when she got around her sister. They looked like they belonged in a commercial with how relaxed and happy they were. They made a perfect picture if you could ignore the junked cars in the background.

"How was your trip, Sam?" Dean asked as he dug in the fridge.

"Great. We're going back next year. Thanks for the flowers, strawberries and chocolate, Dean."

"I didn't send you anything. Your baby did."

"Wow. We're really gonna have to watch out for this kid if they're already up to this level of special abilities and not even born yet."

"It's your kid, dude. You know it's gotta have some kind of weirdness to be yours. Maybe it will look like Abby because if it's as uncool as you at least her good looks will give them some hope."

"Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean looked out the window and saw the girls. "Tasha missed you guys something awful."

"Is she okay? Did anything happen?" Sam was concerned.

"Of course nothing happened," Dean made a face that showed Sam how ridiculous his question was. "Do you really think Bobby would have let something like that go? Hell, I even feel like I need to shelter her from everything bad. She's seen enough in her young life."

"Yeah. And we thought we had it rough growing up," Sam returned his attention to the window.

"I watched over you back then like I do now. Did you really think I could be as cold as to ignore Tasha when you were gone? Even when you're here, I still check in with her to make sure she's all right."

"I know you couldn't do that. I over-reacted because Abby told me that when Tasha came home from her date she was upset. She'd wanted to talk to Abby but Bobby told her you were asleep. I feel guilty that she needed us and we weren't there."

"You were just in the other room, Sam. Besides, Bobby must have been able to handle it or he would have got you two up."

"Yeah. He made her feel better before she went to bed and then she talked to Abby in the morning. Abby's most likely telling her right now that she can wake us up anytime."

"Do you think she'll ever get over what happened with her father?" Dean asked. "Abby did."

"It took Abby a long time to bit it behind her. I don't think she'll ever be totally over it. Tasha will have a harder time since she was told that Abby was dead. That's a whole new twist on mean."

"Yep. At least we got her out as soon as we could."

"But how much irreparable damage was done before we got there?"

Dean just shook his head.

"Boys," Bobby walked in. "What are you looking at?"

"Two girls on a swing," Sam replied. "How were things here when we were gone?"

"Uneventful. Fixed four cars. Watched a couple movies when nothing was on television. Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Yes we did," Sam smiled. "Abby even took some pictures."

"That's my girl," Bobby took a sip of his coffee.

Dean and Sam laughed. Bobby's girl was Sam's wife. What kind of whacked-out family did they have?

"What?" Bobby asked.

"She's Sam's wife and you call her your girl," Dean answered him. "Does that sound a little screwed up to you?"

"Hey, I walked her down the aisle. As far as I'm concerned, she'll always be my girl.."

"That's fine, Bobby," Sam jumped in.

"Damn right it is," Bobby took another sip. "By my count, I have two boys and three girls. I think that's a good size for a family. Of course, adding family branches never hurt. Right, Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam smiled.