Dean and Kylee got inside and took a shower. Instead of the usual playful mood, Kylee just tended to Dean.

Dean moved in slow motion to reach for a washcloth when Kylee stopped him.

"Let me," She whispered. "Just try to relax. Memories can drain a person. Let me take care of you because you're always taking care of me."

"We take care of each other," Dean corrected.

"I know, but you need to be taken care of now."

Kylee moved her hands through his hair and then caressed his body with the soap before following with the washcloth."

"That feels so good," Dean sighed.

"You should let me take care of you more often then," Kylee smiled. "I'll do it anytime."

Dean gave her a smile instead of his usual smirk that would have indicated where his thoughts had gone. That's when Kyleee knew that the funk Dean was in was deep and would take time to get out of.

They laid down and Dean rested his head on Kylee's shoulder. She didn't ask him questions, she just let him open up on his own.

"I just . . . If only I hadn't gotten so messed up in the car accident, Dad would be here," Dean told her.

It made no sense.

"What did you getting hurt in a car accident have to do with your dad's death? Didn't he die in the crash?"

"I'm sorry, Kylee. I lied to you. I didn't want to expose you to the darker side of hunting."

"Tell me, Dean. I want to understand."

"Remember the demon that got my mom? Well, my dad made a deal with it. He shouldn't have done it. He didn't tell us what he was doing.

I was in critical condition after the accident. My prognosis wasn't good. There was internal damage and my brain had swollen. Then, there was a miracle and I woke up fine, like I am today.

Dad had summoned the demon and made a deal for my life. He gave the demon the colt and his soul to save my life."

"What colt?"

"I can explain that another time. Dad doomed himself to an eternity in hell so that I could live. He'd been injured in the car accident, but he was okay. Then, after I woke up, Dad came in to check on me. The way he was talking to me scared me. But, I didn't know he'd made any deal. With just waking up, I thought my mind was foggy and I'd ask him more about it later.

Sam found Dad on the floor of his hospital room. Doctors and nurses worked on hi as Sam and I watched. They couldn't bring him back. So, you see, if I hadn't been in such bad shape, he never would have made the deal and he'd be here today. That's all my fault."

"You can't help something that you didn't even know about beforehand. He loved you, Dean. He couldn't let you die, no matter the cost."

"But he left me here to deal with knowing that he did that. How could he do that to me?"

"He just loved you, Dean. Maybe he didn't want you to think of the cost. He just wanted you to know he loved you."

"He's not in hell anymore, Kylee. That's a whole other story. He crawled out of hell at the Devil's Gate and went to heaven. I know he's with Mom and that helps a little. It just doesn't take away the guilt that I feel."

All Kylee could do was rub his back and kiss him softly. "I would have loved to have met your dad," Kylee said. "But, then I wouldn't have had a chance to meet you. This life that we have together is what your dad wanted for you . He wanted you to find happiness like he had before the demon. You've led a life he can be proud of."

"Sometimes I still need him to tell me what I should do," Dean's voice was shaky.

"That's why we have each other, honey. We're helping each other through life. You need help, tell me. I'm your number one fan, you know."

Dean just took in her scent and the comfort that lying by her provided. They fell asleep and Dean dreamed of his mom and dad seeing Sam and him and all they did here on earth. John and Mary were holding hands, wide smiles and glistening eyes, full of joy and pride.

Sam went back to see Abby. She was trying to rest but she was more uncomfortable.

Before long, Sam was helping Abby through her contractions. Bobby thought they made a good team. Neither of them seemed nervous. Bobby stepped outside to stretch his legs and give them some alone time.

Dean woke up and nuzzled his face in closer to Kylee's neck, under her long hair. The scent of her shampoo and soap, along with the scent that was just her, filled his mind. It wiped away his worries as it overtook him. Kylee shifted just a little and Dean moved right back to where he wanted to be. After Dean had rested, he looked at the clock and decided it was time they got to the hospital.

"Kylee," he whispered. "We need to get up to the hospital. We need to get going."

"Okay," she replied. She stretched and looked at Dean. "You feeling better?"

"A little," Dean smiled. "Anxious to see how Sam and Abby are holding up."

"Bobby should keep them calm."

"Yeah. But there's just one Bobby and two of them. We'd better get there in case they wear him out."

Danny brought Tasha right from the store. In the waiting room, they met Dean and Kylee.

"This isn't how we planned to meet you," Dean told him. "My brother cleaned like a wild woman for most of the morning just to make a good impression."

"Babies don't tend to be born around anyone's schedule but their own," Danny shook Dean's hand. "You must be Dean."

"And this is my lovely Kylee," Dean introduced her and Kylee and Danny shook hands. "Sam and Abby are busy with getting the baby here and Bobby seems to be helping out."

"Can I go in?" Tasha asked.

"Sure," Dean replied. "We'll just keep Danny company while you're gone. Maybe you could send out Bobby to meet him."

Tasha nodded quickly and headed down the hall.

"She seems better now that we're here but she was a mess at work after Bobby called," Danny told them.

"Abby and Tasha are very close," Kylee broke in. "She's also so excited over the baby. Now that she's here, she'll be calmer. She'll totally crash from exhaustion after the baby is born. Do you have nieces or nephews?"

"I have one niece and she has me wrapped around her little finger," Danny smiled. "When I baby-sit, I try to stay in charge. But, one look from her and she's calling the shots."

The three of them laughed.

"I can easily see that happening to us," Dean said. "Especially since we'll be living with the little one."

"Bobby won't be running his own house anymore. You know this baby is going to have Bobby under it's spell at first sight. He's going to be a hopeless grandpa, anything for the baby," Kylee predicted.

"That's how he's always been. Sam and I were little when we met Bobby. Sam was just a baby and I was almost five years old. He had a big part inn raising us. He was there for the everyday things and he managed to make them seem interesting."

"He sounds like an interesting guy," Danny said.

"Who's interesting?" Bobby's voice came from behind Dean and Kylee.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean smiled at him. "Sit on down and meet Danny. We were just talking about you."

"Good things, I hope," Bobby laughed. He shook Danny's hand and sat down.

"What's the latest?" Kylee asked Bobby.

"I don't think it's gonna be more than a couple more hours," Bobby replied. "That Abby might seem fragile but she's one hell of a tough woman."

"Are you out here to stay?" Dean asked.

"No. She wants me to be in there. I think it's going to be my job to catch Sam. He's putting on a good show for her, but I can tell how nervous he is."

Tasha held one hand while Sam held the other. Bobby just stood by the head of the bed and offered words of support.

"Push, push with the next contraction, Abby. Just a few more big pushes," Abby's doctor instructed her.

Abby crunched her body with the next contraction and pushed for all she was worth.

"Great, honey, you're doing great," Sam kissed her hair as he hoped the bones in his hand weren't going to break.

Bobby saw the pained look on Sam's face and whispered, "You hanging in there, Sam?"

"Yeah, I don't know about my hand, though," he whispered back.

"We'll get it checked out later," Bobby slapped his shoulder as Abby got another contraction.

"Ow. I love you, Abby. You're doing so good," Sam wiped the sweat of Abby's forehead. "Our baby will be here soon."

"Promise?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Sam looked at the doctor.

"Just another two or three pushes, Abby," the doctor confirmed what Sam had said.

Tasha was silent through the whole delivery.

"The head is out now. I need you to quit pushing," the doctor suctioned the baby out.

"A head," Abby was breathless, "We have a head."

"I'm sure we have a body, too," Sam smiled back at her.

One more push and they heard the baby cry. Abby was crying when she slumped back into bed. Sam was kissing her. There were no words to describe what he was feeling.

"It's a boy!" the doctor announced.

"We have a boy," Sam had a huge grin. "Abby, we have a son." Abby, tired, just smiled back. "I have a boy!" Sam practically screamed at Bobby.

"I heard," Bobby gave him a hug.

"Do you want to cut the cord?" the doctor broke in.

"Um, sure," he gave Abby a kiss as he got his hand out of her grasp and moved to the foot of the bed. "Where do I cut?"

Dean, Kylee and Danny were sitting in the waiting room, learning about each other because what else was there to do when the magazines were years out of date and infomercials on television. Then, Dean heard Sam call down the hall, "I have a son!"

Dean jumped up and saw Sam coming toward them with a tiny bundle in a blanket. "Congratulations, Sam. How is Abby doing?"

"Fine, Bobby is still with her. I had to come out to show you guys," Sam was beaming as he held a baby that was covered in blanket except for his face.

"What a cutie," Kylee said.

"Let me hold him," Dean beamed back at Sam.

"Be careful," Sam told him as he carefully maneuvered the baby from his arms to Dean's.

"I know, I know," Dean cradled the bundle to his chest. Dean looked at the small face and tried to imagine what he would look like as he grew up. He thought about all that he would teach him and the fun that they would have. Dean was so happy. He got confused when he saw drops on the baby's face.

"You okay, Dean?" Sam asked as he wiped the tears from the baby's face.

"Yeah. I'm just happy for you, Sammy."

"Another Winchester boy. Do you think the world is ready?"

"It'll have to be," Dean wiped his tears when Sam took the baby back. "You can't change a Winchester."