Bobby laid in his bed and thought about the heavy conversation he'd had with Tasha. She seemed determined to try dating him. There was a thirty-odd year age difference between them. It wasn't that he didn't care about her. He did. He loved her. He just didn't know if the protective love he felt for her could evolve into the romantic.

Then, he thought about what it would be like to have a soft, curved body against his at night. He recalled how it felt to have intimate conversations and not have to mask who he was or how he felt. There was that overwhelming peace when Loretta loved him. He missed that feeling almost as much as he missed her. He didn't know if Tasha knew about Loretta. Had Abby told her?

"Look at your beautiful mother," Sam held Nate so Abby could see him. "Isn't she the prettiest sight you've ever seen?"

Abby laughed. "His eyes are closed, Sam."

"Well, he already knows about how beautiful you are. We've had this talk before," he smiled down at Nate and played with his little fingers.

"What other talks have you had with him?" Abby sat on her bed after giving Sam a kiss.

"About how his Grandpa John would have loved to have met him. And, what Grandpa John was like."

"You miss him," Abby stood and put an arm around Sam's broad shoulders. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Like you said, I miss him. I'm a little sad. I feel cheated for all of us that he didn't get to see or hold his first grandson. I think that will go away with time. I just need to know that he's proud of me."

"There's no way he couldn't be proud of you, Sam," Abby rubbed his back. "You have a happy life with a wonderful extended family. You got the life your father wanted, Sam. The life he had before the demon."

"Sometimes I still wish . . . Sometimes I dream and he's still alive and I wake up and realize that he's gone . . . but it takes a few moments, you know? During that small chunk of time I feel safe and protected by him until my brain catches up and I realize that he's gone."

"He's still protecting you, Sam. He's just doing it from heaven with your mom."

"I hope so," Sam turned his attention from the sleeping baby in his arms to Abby. "I'm so lucky to have you for my wife. Did I tell you that lately?"

"I don't know, the last day or so is quite a blur," Abby smiled. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you, Abby."

Abby bent closer and Sam scooted in the chair close the distance between the two of them. Abby put a hand on his cheek and kissed him longingly. "You looked so sexy when I first walked in that I watched you with Nate. You're a natural dad, Sam. Seeing you cradle Nate to your bare chest was the most beautiful sight I've seen."

"Why? I was just holding him," Sam looked confused.

"It's just you, Sam. Strong and tender at the same time. Guess I'm cursed to fall in love with you over and over again."

"Cursed, huh?" he smiled.

"Yeah. You know. Something that you can't fight," Abby smiled back. "My mind is wanting you so much right now, and my body wants to keep you across the room because I still hurt from having Nate."

"Nice to know I'm wanted, mentally at least. It'll be nice when your body catches up with your mind, but only you will know when that is."

"Want to come snuggle with me?" Abby asked as she sat on her bed. "I'm tired and I don't want to send Nate back to the nursery. It would be nice to fall asleep with my boys."

"Sure," Sam situated himself around Abby and held Nate where they could both see him.

"I wish the world would stop right here," Abby sighed. "This is perfect."

"I can't disagree," Sam whispered.

Abby fell back to sleep and Sam rested by her as he played with their son.

Tasha awoke and recalled her conversation with Bobby. She started to panic. She'd meant what she said about wanting to date him. She just didn't know how Bobby was going to react.

She quickly dressed and cruised through the kitchen where Dean and Kylee were having breakfast. "I'm headed to the hospital," she waved on her way through.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Dean and Kylee just shrugged at each other.

"She seemed fine yesterday," Kylee said. "Maybe Danny said something to her."

"Got me," Dean replied. "I can't figure my own wife out. I'm not about to try figuring out other women that I am not legally obligated to deal with."

"You creep," Kylee laughed at Dean's smirk. He'd pushed his chair away from the table and Kylee sat in his lap.

"So now I'm a creep, huh?" he whispered in Kylee's ear as he nibbled on it.

"You're my creep," Kylee said softly as she turned in Dean's lap to straddle him so she could kiss him better.

They were too engrossed with each other to notice that Bobby had come out of his room. He was going to ask about who slammed the door when he saw Dean and Kylee making out at the breakfast table. Bobby deduced that it was Tasha who had left in a hurry. He went back to his room for a little while to give the frisky couple some time alone.

Kylee and Dean were breathing heavily while kissing. Dean started to fumble with the buttons on Kylee's pajamas.

"Dean," she whispered. "Bobby's still here."

"He's asleep," Dean told her. "After all the excitement yesterday and the late night last night, he'll be out for a couple more hours."

Kylee wanted to drag Dean back up to their room, but Dean's kisses wore her down. He knew the places to kiss and touch to make her putty in his hands.

"Such soft skin," Dean murmured as he buried his face in her breasts, licking, kissing and teasing.

Kylee's head fell back as she just gave in to Dean's seduction. Calloused hands, soft lips and tender kisses made her senses overload. She felt Dean harden below her and moved to create friction where it was needed most.

Dean moaned," We need to go upstairs."

"No. You started it," she told him in a breathy voice. "I just ... I feel . . ."

There were two thin layers of material between them. They were both able to find relief even with the clothing on.

"You made me mess my shorts," Dean's mouth was next to her ear. "I haven't done that since junior high."

"I messed mine, too, if that makes you feel any better," she whispered back.

Dean laughed a little, "Nothing like hot romp with the wife to start the day."

Kylee hugged him and hid her face in his neck. "I can't believe we did this at the kitchen table."

"Told ya we could find your kinks," Dean teased. Kylee hid her face all the more. "How does a long shower sound?"

Dean felt Kylee nod against his neck. Dean stood up, holding her and carried her up the stairs. "Just hang on, Baby. One hot shower coming up."