Saturday included a crash course on what could be said in front of Danny. Hunting was off limits. So was Tasha and Abby's family. Bobby made Dean promise to be nice and Sam said he'd help Bobby keep Dean in line. After Tasha felt that Danny meeting her 'family' at Bobby's would be alright, Sam gave her and Abby a ride to work.

"Still nervous, Tasha?" Sam asked as he looked in the rearview mirror.

"I'm a little better," Tasha smiled. "I just hope that Danny accepts everyone."

"He should," Abby replied. "I accepted the family knowing that they hunted. Danny should be able to understand that Dean and Kylee work in the garage and Bobby runs the scrap yard. It's not that hard to fathom."

"Don't worry about it," Sam told Tasha. "We'll be on our best behavior and make sure Danny feels at home. It will be fun."

Abby gave Sam a hug when he dropped them off. He watched Abby waddle toward the store with Tasha by her side. He smiled at Abby's waddle. He found it cute but never told Abby that she waddled.

Sam picked up the house and cleaned it so that it would make a good impression.

Bobby came in from outside. "Sam, you outdid yourself. Do you think the Queen is coming?"

"I just want Danny to like us," Sam turned a little pink.

"We can't be worrying about that," Bobby laughed. "Either he'll like us or he won't. I know you want what's best for Tasha, but we can't force Danny to like us."

"You're right, Bobby," Sam sighed as he sunk into a kitchen chair.

"The house looks great, Sam. There's nothing more you can do." Bobby looked at his watch, "You'd better go pick up Abby, though. I'd hate to see her pissed and pregnant."

"Yeah, I'd better avoid that," Sam smiled as he grabbed the keys. "I'll see you in a bit. Bye."

"Bye," Bobby waved after him. He sat down on the bench and took off his heavy workboots. He was calling it a day. The youngsters could manage the garage on their own.

"Sorry I'm late, honey," was the first thing Sam said when he went around to open Abby's door. "Did you have to wait long?"

"No, I had to give Tasha a last minute pep talk after I punched out. Danny seems to be looking forward to meeting us."

"That's good. How's Tasha doing?"

"Nervous, but better," Abby sat down and Sam closed her door for her.

Sam got in the car and asked, "How has our little one been treating you?"

"All knees and elbows today," she sighed. "If you could see how black and blue I must be on the inside, it'd be scary."

"It won't be long now," Sam took her hand. "Does your boss know when your due date is?"

"Yep. He doesn't have me scheduled after next week. We talked about names in the break room today. What do you think of Luke and Annie?"

"They sound good. Did you happen to talk about middle names?"

"We could use any of your family names for middle names," she suggested. "I just don't want to have any name from my family involved."

Sam nodded. "Do we need anything from town before Danny comes over?"

"It would be nice if we picked up a pie for dessert."

"You know Dean and pie. We'll need to grab more than one. Do you want to come in or sit in the car?"

"I'll stay off my feet."

"Okay. I'll be right out."

Sam entered the store and looked at the frozen pies. There was way too much to choose from. What could he get that Dean wouldn't wolf down before Danny arrived?

He was still pondering over the pie when the cashier came to get him. "Abby needs you."

"What?"

"Abby yelled to a guy and he told me. You'd better get out there."

Sam dropped the packages he'd been debating over and ran to the car. There was a man kneeling by Abby's door, holding her hand.

"Better get this woman to the hospital, mister. Her water broke."

Sam's mind went blank. It must have been apparent to the stranger.

"Give me the keys," the stranger held out his hand. "It is only a mile away, but you don't look like you should not be driving."

Sam handed over the keys and got in the backseat. The nice stranger raced to the hospital and got one of the nurses to come out with a wheelchair.

As they were helping Abby into the wheelchair, the stranger held the keys out. "You're gonna need these," he told Sam.

Sam looked back to thank him, and he was gone. He didn't have any time to think about it, he was lost in the whirlwind of the maternity ward.

Abby was in one of those hospital gowns and looking like she wished she was anywhere else.

"When you call home, will you ask the to bring my bag so I have a decent nightgown when I get visitors?" she asked.

"Sure, honey," Sam took her hand. "Aren't you excited that you're having our baby?"

"It was easier to be excited when I wasn't in labor. When it's all done I'll be excited. Right now I am miserable."

There was nothing Sam could say to that besides, "I love you." He stood by her bed, brushing back her hair and trying to comfort her. It was going to be a long day and night before the baby arrived.

The doctor came in to check Abby. She was at three centimeters and needed to get to ten. It was going to be awhile.

Sam called home and talked to Bobby.

"Are you doing okay up there, or do you want me to come?"

Since Sam wasn't really comfortable, he asked Bobby to come right away but Dean and Kylee could wait until after work. Abby wanted Tasha up there, but she could finish her shift and have Danny giver her a ride up.

"Can you grab the bag by our bedroom door for Abby? And also her pillow? It might help make her comfortable."

"Will do," Bobby replied. "Do you need anything?"

She thought about it for a minute. "Are you sure you don't mind bringing things for me?"

"Spill it. I have a pen. What do you need?"

"Change of clothes and sweatpants. The book on my nightstand and your camera in case Abby forgot."

"Alright. I'll see you up there in a few and spread the world."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Just go back and take care of my girl. I'll be there soon."

Sam hung up the phone, feeling better knowing that Bobby was on his way.

The nurses have been very efficient and hooked Abby up to monitors while Sam was son the phone.

"Remind me how wonderful this is going to be," Abby looked at him like she wanted to be anywhere but there.

"We're going to have a beautiful baby that will be ours to love and protect forever. We'll have plenty of help at home. Maybe too much, but in a good way. If this baby grows up like Dean, we'll have our hands full.

Before Dean was ten years old, Dad had him shooting at cans. Once Dean had a gun in his hand there was no going back.

He was driving the Impala by the time he was twelve, only in emergencies, though.

When Dean hit puberty, there was nothing Dad or Bobby could do to keep him totally away from the girls. He just attracted them everywhere we went.

Tried grounding him for grades. Girls would stop by the house to try to see him. One was very determined and climbed the tree outside our window. That girl had spunk.

Dean let her in and I had to listen to them kissing and making out because it was night and Dad would have wondered why I wasn't in bed. Dad happened to walk by the door and hear Dean and this gal anyway. So, he came barging in and caught Dean in the act. The girl looked like she wanted to jump out the window for a quick exit, so Dad asked Dean to escort his date through the front door and come right back upstairs. Dean knew not to argue and the girl was beet red.

Dad paced until Dean came back upstairs. Then, he tried to have the sex talk with us. Dean was fifteen so I must have been eleven. Dean kept interrupting Dad so he finally gave up.

Dad took me down to the kitchen and poured us some milk. Then, he asked me if I had any questions for him. When I spit milk clear across the table with my coughing, Dad calmly wiped it up and told me to go to him if I had any questions, not Dean. Dad wanted to make sure I got correct information."

Abby had been silent through that whole spiel. Her eyes were closed. Sam just stopped talking and looked for a chair that he could put near the bed.

"I'm still awake," Abby's voice startled him out of his chair hunt. "Keep talking."

So, Sam told her about his favorite teachers in school, the great books he was able to read in his literature class, and how in each and every town they stayed in while he was in high school, he'd been looking for her. He knew his soulmate was out there somewhere and he would have found her quicker if he'd had more than the notion of what type of gal she'd be.

"You looked for me while I was looking for you," Abby said. "I'm happy we found each other and didn't just miss meeting each other. I'd be sad and frustrated if I was still looking for you."

"I would be, too," Sam agreed. "We have such a nice life together. Our baby will only bring more love and laughter into our lives."

"That's why I love you," Abby squeezed his hand. "I can be in pain and you can still make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Making me the luckiest man," Sam kissed her hand and watched as she relaxed back into bed.

Sam peeked at the clock again, hoping Bobby would get there soon.

Dean and Kylee were excited to hear about Abby and watched Bobby, grinning from ear to ear, drive away.

"Looks like we will have a niece or nephew before too long," Kylee kissed his cheek and went back to work.

Dean stood, staring at the empty spot in the driveway. In his mind, he was back at his dad's funeral pyre, peering through the flames at the body that had once held his dad's spirit.

His dad should be the one racing to the hospital, happy as hell. Dean should be able to be the big brother and give Sam advice, but he had none about babies. His dad would have had lots of baby information and it would have made him get that smile he only got when he thought about life before the demon.

Dean felt a sense of loneliness. Missing his dad and all of the things in his and Sam's life that his dad would miss out on. He wanted his dad to meet his wife and Sam's. He wanted his dad to be able to hold his first grandchild and enjoy being a grandpa instead of being a hunter.

The space that his dad left was still there. And as he saw Bobby pull out of the driveway, the space actually ached.

"Honey," Kylee came back over to him and put her arms around him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," was his flat reply.

"Talk to me," Kylee laid her cheek against the back of his shoulder.

"Just lonesome for my dad," he tried to brush off the icky feeling. "I'll be fine."

"I worry about you," Kylee told him. "You keep so much inside. I'm always ready to listen to you, Dean."

"I know. It's just because of Sam and Abby's baby coming. Dad would have loved that."

"He's just watching down on us now," Kylee reminded him. "He's not totally gone."

"I understand that. It's just not making me feel any better today."

"Did you want to work or should we just head inside for awhile?"

"Let's go inside, Kylee. Maybe get some sleep since I think it will be a long night."

"Come on, baby," Kylee kissed him and led him to the house with her arm around his waist.

Dean rested his arm around her shoulders and just accepted the support that she gave him, knowing he had to feel better before he saw Sam.

Bobby quietly opened the door. Abby was resting and Sam was in the chair by her bed.

"I told the nurses that I'm grandpa. I didn't know if they'd let me in otherwise."

"You know you're family. It doesn't matter if it fits into their guidelines or not. You're a dad to both Abby and I. Well, that sounds really bad."

"Bobby laughed. "You've been through the wringer today and it won't be over soon. How's Abby holding up?"

"Pretty good," Sam replied. "At least she still has times when she can rest. She needs to reserve her energy for the grand finale."

"Abby could call you some awful names, Sam. Don't take it personally because it's just the pain talking." Bobby watched Sam's face pale. "Haven't you ever seen childbirth on television? Even there they show the mom screaming and threatening bodily harm to the dad."

"I thought it was a joke."

"No. They really do that."

Sam took a deep breath and moved his neck to release tension. "She's at four centimeters. She needs to be at ten before she can push."

"So you're just breathing in each others faces for now?"

Sam gave him a confused look.

"Remember how I said I had a large family? I helped my distant cousin breathe while my mom delivered the baby."

"How old were you?"

"Ten," Bobby shrugged. "That was before everyone raced to the hospital to have babies. There had been enough babies born at our house that I just caught on to it. Her husband was still a few towns away when her time came, so I stood in for him."

"Wasn't that a little weird?"

"No. It's not like I was at the action end. I was just helping her through the pains. People weren't so detached from the realities of life back then. Women went to midwives who delivered babies at home. The men usually sat around drinking and weren't allowed in during the delivery. My mom's philosophy was that if they could help make the baby, they could help deliver the baby, too."

"So did you mom have any special training?" Sam asked.

"Her mom and grandma did the same thing. She'd learned by helping them out. She learned by doing," Bobby said. "My mom was the gentlest person I've ever known. She genuinely cared about each unborn baby and the mothers. It was a shame that a woman with so much love for children only had me."

"You were the son she dreamed about. Since it was just you, she had all that extra love to share with those that need it, whatever reason."

"Yeah, I just miss the old gal," Bobby gave Sam a small smile. "This baby in one she would have spoiled rotten. Abby would have been under her wing as soon as she met her and you and Dean wouldn't have been too far away."

"You've always looked after us, Bobby. Your mother taught you well. You even have enough love to take on Winchesters. Your mom wasn't challenged with that task."

"You keep me young," Bobby placed a chair by Sam's. "You need to take a break, Sam? Stretch your legs a little or get something to eat or drink? Unless Abby can drink, you need to eat and drink out of her sight."

"I think I will go grab something. I'll be back soon."

Bobby just nodded Sam's way as he got comfortable in his chair.