"Have you decided on a name for this little guy?" Kylee was discovering how much she loved to be an aunt. She looked down at the baby's beautiful face and was lost in it.

"Nathaniel John," Sam replied. "Nate for short."

"How do you like the name Nate, baby boy," Kylee cooed back down at the baby.

"That's just wonderful, Sam," Dean smiled at Sam who stood by Abby's bed. He looked exhausted, frazzled, and on the top of the world.

"I can't believe I'm a dad," Sam told Dean. "It just doesn't seem possible. Does it?"

"Hell. You made me an uncle. At what point did you ever see that coming?"

"Right after it hit me that I was father, I guess," Sam shrugged.

"So what did you think of Danny?"

"I only saw him for a moment, it was pretty hectic here. He seemed nice. Did you get to visit with him?"

"Yeah, we bonded in the waiting room. He has a niece that has him wrapped around her finger. He seemed like a good kid," Dean nodded. "Don't know how he would fit into our family exactly without knowing about hunting."

"Tasha's just dating him, Dean. It doesn't mean they'll get married."

"I guess you're right," Dean told Sam and then turned to Kylee, "Hey, are you going to let me hold Nate anytime soon?"

Kylee turned red. "Sorry that I've kept him too long."

Dean took the baby from her arms, "Nate just looked so comfortable in your arms, honey. I only want to hold him once before we go home and sleep."

"Bobby and Tasha went home a little bit ago. They were a great help, but it tired them out, too."

"Look what we got in return," Dean rubbed a thumb against the soft skin of Nate's cheek. "He's so precious. You gonna let me teach him about cars?"

"Living at Bobby's with the garage and scrap yard right there? Don't you think some of it might just soak into him through osmosis?"

"Could," Dean nodded. "I'd still like to get him greasy a time or two."

"I'm sure you will, Dean," Abby's voice was soft. "I know you will be a great uncle."

"You did good, Abby," Dean handed the bundle in the blue blanket to her. "Do you need us to get anything for the baby before you come home?"

"I might. Thanks for the offer." Abby had a glow to her that wasn't there before. Dean thought that motherhood was good for her.

"You know where we'll be," Dean waved. Sam and Abby didn't notice, they were engrossed in Nate.

Dean put an arm around Kylee. "So do we go grab breakfast or go home, hon?"

"Home," Kylee smiled.

"Home it is," Dean dug the keys out of his pocket.

Tasha seemed too quiet to Bobby on their way home. "How are you doing?" Bobby asked, hoping Tasha would just open up and tell him what was wrong instead of letting it fester.

"Tired," she replied as she laid her head back on the seat.

Bobby didn't say anything, he just waited. Tasha would talk in her own time. She didn't say a word in the car, so Bobby gave her a little nudge as they walked in, "How did Danny like meeting the family? I know it wasn't like you'd planned."

"I didn't get to talk to him about it. He seemed fine around Dean and Kylee. What did you think of him?"

"He seemed nice enough. The most important thing is what you think."

Tasha flopped down onto the couch and let out a big breath. "I don't know that I care to keep dating him. I don't know why that is. How do I tell him that?"

"I don't know, honey," Bobby sat down by her. "When did you decide that you don't want to date him?"

"Tonight, this morning, whatever. I saw Sam and Abby at their best while Nate was coming into this world. I just can't picture having that kind of relationship with Danny. I can see him as a friend, but that's all."

"Then that is what you tell him," Bobby replied. "Tell him that you want to be his friend. And mean it. Stay his friend."

Tasha nodded sleepily.

Bobby felt there was more, but he knew Tasha was done talking. She knew she could come to Bobby at any time.

"Goodnight," Bobby gave her a hug. "You did great with Abby today. She's lucky to have you."

"She's lucky to have you, too. How is Sam's hand?"

"He forgot all about it when he saw Nate," Bobby laughed. "Guess that's how it goes."

"Yeah," Tasha smiled but it still didn't sit right with Bobby. "Goodnight."

"So exactly how cute is my nephew?" Dean smirked at Kylee as they drove home. "I think he looks just like me."

Kylee laughed. "Nate is cute, but I don't think he looks like you."

"Why not? The Winchester charm, that smile of his-"

"He was too wrinkled to say who he looked like, Dean," Kylee explained herself. "When he's a little older, we'll be able to tell."

"Yeah, suppose so," Dean pulled into the long driveway. They were home.

When they were snuggled together in bed, Dean commented, "You seemed really attached to Nate today. Could you be getting into being an aunt or am I imagining things?"

"Being an aunt will be cool," Kylee sighed as she moved in closer to Dean. "Do you like being an uncle?"

"It's like being a big brother. I can teach Nate all sorts of things and there's no one to ground me if I teach him something that is in a gray area."

"So being an uncle is like some kind of immunity to you?"

"Sure. I have free reign over what I teach Nate. Just think of all the things I could share. . ." Dean took Kylee's lips with his slow, sensuous kisses.

Kylee's heart started to pound in her chest. Dean still had that kind of power over her. Just a few caresses or words and her body seemed to spring into overload from all the stimulation.

"Mmmm, Dean," Kylee moaned as she turned in Dean's arms so that she could reach him easier.

"Look at that cute little baby face," Sam sneaked a peek under the blankets. "It's hard to believe that he's actually ours."

Abby was quiet in her bed, watching Sam and Nate.

"It's almost magical now that he's here," Sam still had that awe of a first-time dad in his voice.

"Oh, it doesn't feel too magical to me," Abby told him. "I've got plenty of aches and pains that came along with bringing him into the world."

Sam turned his attention back to Abby. "How are you feeling, honey? Should I call the nurse?"

Abby shook her head. "Just wrap me in those arms of yours. That'll make me feel better."

Sam handed Nate to Abby and sat down beside her on the bed. He put one arm around her and another around the front to help support Nate.

"Is this better?"

Abby nodded and snuggled into Sam. "I'll be so happy when we're at home and in our own bed. I miss having you right next to me."

Sam eyed the bed and told her, "If you scooted over just a little, I could lie by you tonight."

"I don't know if the nurses would like that."

"I don't care if they do," Sam replied and Abby had to agree.

Once Nate was safely back in the nursery and the lights were turned down, Sam crawled into Abby's bed. "Mrs. Winchester, may I sleep with you tonight?"

"That sounds glorious, Mr. Winchester," Abby smiled as scooted to fit her body better into Sam's.

"You had a big day today. How are you feeling?"

"Happy," Abby paused and Sam knew that there was more to it. He stayed quiet and then she continued. "It makes me miss Angel, though."

"I thought it might," Sam smoothed some of her hair back. "You were a wonderful mother to Angel."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am," Sam turned Abby's chin so she faced him. "You loved her as much as possible in the short time that she was here."

"Is that enough?"

"It's all you can do," Sam spoke softly. "You've had a hard day, Abby. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for whatever you need. If you need to talk, or if you want me to help you relax, just let me know what you want to do."

"Relax, Sammy," Abby sighed. "I need to get some rest."

Sam moved so his body was cradling Abby's. "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Yeah."

Sam reached down and gently rubbed slow circles on Abby's stomach. "Is that better?"

Abby nodded. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too, Abby."

Nestled together in a bed that was too small, they had the one important comfort of home and dreamed of their days to come with their son.