Before two weeks had passed, Danny had asked Tasha out on another date. She came home from work all excited. She found Abby on the couch and had to tell her about it.

"Danny asked me out again," Tasha practically squealed. "We're going to dinner on Saturday."

"That's great!" Tasha's excitement was catchy. "Do you know where you are going?"

"We both work that day, so we're just leaving from work and we'll decide then."

"Should we drop you off at work Saturday so that Danny will have to drop you off here? Maybe he could come in and meet us all."

"Do you think that would scare him off?" Tasha chewed at her nail.

"It might be easier for him to imagine our little family unit after he's met us," Abby suggested.

"I would like your guys' opinions," Tasha said. "I'd feel better knowing I wasn't missing something that could be a read flag."

"Danny's fine," Abby put her arm around Tasha. "So what are you going to wear?"

Kylee and Dean came in, all dirty from a day's work. Tasha and Abby were so into their conversation that they didn't even look toward the sound of the door.

"Wonder what's going on in there?" Dean asked Kylee.

"No one is crying, so it must be a good reason to be so engrossed," Kylee guessed.

"Must be a girl thing," Dean shrugged.

"Maybe it's just sister talk."

Dean turned and saw the look on Kylee's face. "You haven't talked to your sisters lately. Are you okay with that or do you want to call them?"

"And get another guilt trip? No way!"

"Just offering," Dean said as he followed her up the stairs.

Once they were in their room, Dean asked again, "You sure you're not upset over your family? You could call them if you wanted to. Just hang up if a guilt trip starts."

"Maybe some other time." Kylee replied as she got out of her filthy clothes. "Wanna meet me in the shower?"

"You bet," Dean pulled off the rest of his clothing in record time.

Kylee was already behind the closed curtain when Dean entered the bathroom. Dean checked to see if they had enough towels before he peeked behind the curtain.

"What are you doing in the shower without me?" he had a smirk on his face.

"Trying to get some dirt and grime off before you try to distract me," Kylee smiled back.

"You look clean to me."

"But you aren't, Dean," Kylee grabbed the soap again. "Come here and let me help you with that."

Dean stepped into the tub and loved the feel of Kylee's slippery, soapy hands moving across him followed by a washcloth. Dean stole a few kisses as she worked. He knew better than to try to distract her when she wanted him to be clean. Sometimes it wouldn't matter if he was dirty, but apparently today it did.

Once Kylee was satisfied that they were dirt-free, she pressed herself to Dean and gave him a long kiss, savoring everything about his mouth that knew how to make her feel oh-so good.

Dean's hands moved up, under her long dark hair that went down her back. His hands framed her face as they kissed.

Sam had looked out the door to the library when he heard voices and then saw that it was Tasha and Abby. Apparently, Tasha had another date - he wasn't lucky enough to be far away from that squeal - and Abby was giving her pointers. It was nice to see them rebuilding their relationship after years apart. Abby had missed having a younger sister to help out. Abby was just a caring, helpful person by nature.

Sam closed the book he'd been flipping through. He still hadn't found what he was looking for. During the night he'd remembered a conversation between his dad and Caleb and he'd wanted to learn more about it. First, he hit the books, sure he'd be able to dig something up. Now, he was thinking it would be best to pick Bobby's brain and go from there.

He wasn't quite ready to go out into the living room, so he thought he'd find another book to keep him busy until some of the girls' excitement was gone. He found a book that looked different. It was a photo album.

It was of Bobby growing up. His parents, his extended family, they were all in there. The extended family could populate a small town all on its own.

Bobby smiling by cars that he was proud of. Bobby and a woman who must have been Loretta. That smile on Bobby's face, it seemed different than the one he wore now. Bobby was a good natured guy, but he didn't smile so that it reached his eyes. Not like his smile in those pictures with Loretta. Loretta had the same smile. It was easy to tell how much they loved each other.

Sam closed the book, feeling a a little guilty that he didn't ask Bobby for permission to look at that album. Maybe Bobby had forgotten where he'd put it. Sam could just mention it in passing that he'd found it and saw Bobby's huge extended family. Then, Bobby could whisk the album away to a hidden place or ask Sam what he thought of those cars of his.

"Hey girls," Sam greeted Abby and Tasha when he entered the living room. "What's new?"

"Tasha has another date with Danny. We might get to meet him Saturday night," Abby smiled at him.

"Do you think Danny is ready to meet us, Tasha? we're kind of, well, unique," Sam smiled.

"Then, he'll just have to get used to it like I did," Abby replied.

The girls turned back to chatter about fashion, clothes and makeup. Sam was able to just slink through the room unnoticed on his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a soda and looked out the window. The sun was shining and it looked like a beautiful day.

"I'm going outside for a walk," Sam called to no one in particular as he went out the door.

Sam walked around the grounds, remembering times spent in the cars when he was younger. He made his way back to the house, and the porch swing looked inviting.

He was swinging by himself for awhile, just listening to nature and the sound of voices coming from inside. Then, he heard the screen door squeak and saw Abby standing there.

"I was looking for you," she said as she walked toward him.

"You found me," he smiled.

"Scoot on over. I've been thinking about trying to get you on the porch swing for awhile."

"Why didn't you just ask me?" he had a chuckle in his voice.

Abby shrugged. "Didn't know what you'd say." She sat down beside him. "Thought you might laugh at me because I think the porch swing is romantic."

"Well, it is romantic," Sam agreed. "Especially when you're sitting on it, too."

Sam put an arm across the back so Abby could move in closer. "So is Tasha excited about her date?" he asked.

"I think so."

"That's good. It will be nice to meet Danny."

"Um, hum," Abby had laid her head on his shoulder and held his hand, which rested on her belly. Sam just kept rocking the swing, relaxing and looking at nature with Abby. It was a well deserved break from his work in the library.

Dean and Kylee laid in bed. They felt clean, tired and loved.

Dean was surprised when Kylee asked him how many women he'd been with.

"Why are you asking?" he asked in return.

"I'm just curious," she still had her head on his shoulder and her hand running across his chest. "How many?"

Dean turned the deepest shade of red. "I don't know."

"Come on," Kylee urged him. "I married you. I'd just like to know."

"That's just it, Kylee. I don't know." Dean had never thought what he was proud of before would make him feel so ashamed and shy in front of his wife.

"Do you know their names?"

"Sometimes I did. Look, Kylee, it isn't something I'm proud of. I just desperately wanted someone to love me. Since I met you, there's only been you and will only ever be you."

After a short silence, Kylee said, "Two."

"What?"

"I've been with two men. Does that make you feel differently about me?"

"No. Have your feelings changed toward me?" Dean asked.

"The only reason I asked you in the first place is because I wondered where you learned some of your special skills from."

"I learned them along the way."

"I don't think I have any special skills or kinks," Kylee admitted.

"Oh, Baby," Dean's voice was lighthearted . "Then that will be our job to find them and draw them out."

Kylee gave him a shocked look.

"What?" Dean tried to appear innocent. "It could be fun."

Kylee started to laugh and Dean realized that he could tell his wife anything and he didn't need to be shy about his past. He had a good woman and she loved him for all that he was - good or bad.