Sam and Abby looked up from Nate when they heard the knock on the door. They weren't surprised to see Tasha, but her appearance startled them.

"Are you okay?" Abby asked her, holding her arms out to her.

"Don't know for sure. I think I screwed up," Tasha came to Abby and let her big sister hold her.

Sam took Nate and sat in the chair beside the bed, allowing Tasha to sit by Abby.

"What happened?" Abby asked as she tried to comfort Tasha.

"I'm not going to date Danny anymore," Tasha replied quietly.

"Did he say or do something last night to upset you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with him. I just realized when I saw you and Sam having Nate that Danny and I would never be like that," Tasha's tears started to fall.

"You'll find someone else, Tasha."

"Problem is, I already have."

"Who?" Abby looked over at Sam, wondering if he'd known anything about this. Sam just shrugged.

"I told Bobby I wanted to date him. Now I think I've screwed it up and I have no one to blame but myself."

"Bobby?" Abby asked.

Tasha nodded.

Abby looked at Sam because she didn't know what to say.

"What did Bobby say?" Sam could only imagine how shocked Bobby had been when Tasha had approached him.

"That he needed to sleep on it." Tasha asked Sam, "Do you think I wrecked out relationship forever?"

"I think you caught him by surprise," Sam told her. "He's never dated, that I've known of at least."

"Telling him you want to date him isn't so bad," Abby tried to be supportive.

"I'd had some beer before Bobby and I had the conversation and I went from saying I wanted to date him to I just wanted him," she worried her lower lip.

"That's blunt, Tasha."

"But I didn't mean to be. I couldn't get him to understand and it was so frustrating. That's when it switched from 'date' to 'want."

Sam was trying to visualize how shocked Bobby must have been. "What did he say?"

"He wants to make sure that I'll always have a home there. He encouraged me to meet other guys. He's still going to be there for me like always, but to try dating someone my own age. I told him that he's the one who sat up with me when I had nightmares and pulled me out of the hell I was living in. I can picture myself safe and happy with Bobby. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, honey," Abby smoothed her hair back. "But I think you are going to have to sit down and talk to Bobby when you haven't been up here all hours of the night and without the beer. It might go easier that way."

"Can I stay here for awhile? I don't want to go home," Tasha looked at the floor as she asked the question.

"Of course. The bench by the window there is supposed to be a cot. There's bedding in the closet. Why don't you get some rest?" Abby couldn't blame her sister for wanting to date someone she was already comfortable with. Tasha could have brought it up at a better time, but that's all hindsight.

Sam handed Nate to Abby and helped Tasha reach the bedding and pillow on the top shelf.

"Will Bobby ever forgive me?" Tasha asked Sam quietly as he helped her make the cot.

"Have you changed your mind on wanting to date him?"

"No."

"Tean what does he have to forgive you for? You're allowed to say what you feel, Tasha. Sometimes a little more tact is required but our emotions get the best of us. It will be fine with Bobby. I'm don't know if he'll want to date you or not, but I know that you have a friend and protector for life, if nothing else."

"I hope I didn't screw that up."

"Trust me. With all the crud Dean, my dad and I drug Bobby through, it would take much, much more than an awkward conversation to change that."

Tasha nodded. She looked ready to fall asleep before the bedding was on.

"Do you need anything?" Sam asked her.

"I go to work at 1 o'clock. Can you make sure I'm up before then?"

"Sure," Sam gave her a smile and hug before going back to sit by Abby's bed.

"How's the new mama doing?" Sam kissed her head as he bent over her shoulder to look at Nate.

"Fine. Just tired."

"How about I take Nate for a little walk in the hall. You girls get some rest. Maybe we'll watch some cartoons in the waiting room," Sam gave her a huge smile.

"What cartoons are you hoping for?"

"Thundercats, Smurfs, Scooby Doo. You know, the good ones."

"Good luck," Abby replied. "They don't seem to have the good ones on anymore."

"Just get some rest, honey."

"Do you think Bobby's going to be okay with Tasha at the house?" Abby whispered, hoping Tasha couldn't hear her.

"I think it will be fine. I'll give him a call when I'm in the waiting room."

Abby breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

Nate was asleep in his father's arms when Sam took out his cell phone.

"Hello," Bobby answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Bobby. Just calling in to give you an update on us. We've decided Nate's a keeper."

Bobby laughed. "He'd better be. I don't think Abby would ever forgive you if you tried to trade him for a different model."

"Tasha is up here," Sam didn't know how to introduce the topic.

"I figured she might be. The store called and gave her the day off. Can you tell her that for me?"

"Sure. She's just catching some shut-eye in Abby's room right now."

"So. Did she tell you about last night?"

"Yeah," Sam admitted. "How are you doing with all of that new information?"

"Sorting it out, I guess. Why's she sleeping up there anyway when she has her own room here?"

"She thinks she screwed it up."

"But this is her home."

"I know that, Bobby. I told her that Dad, Dean and I put you through all kinds of hell and we were still welcomed at your house. She seems to think that what she did was worse."

"We just need to sit down and talk," Bobby sounded tired. "She blew me out of the water with what she said."

"Figured as much. She did say that her wording changed form 'date' to 'want' and that was due to her frustration because she didn't think you understood."

"I tried my best to understand. I sure am glad you and Dean weren't girls. I can figure out boys, but girls are a mystery to me."

"That never changes, does it, Bobby?"

"No, I guess not. I have three of those mystical creatures in my home and I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Even though their behavior stumps me at times."

"I'll tell Tasha about her shift at work. Any message from you?"

"Just to come home," Bobby replied.

"Will do."

"I'll be up later today for my Nate fix if that is alright."

"Sure, Bobby. You know where we are."

Sam hung up satisfied that Tasha had not alienated Bobby like she'd feared and that it was something they could work out.

"Do we have anything to work on after this?" Dean asked Kylee as they took a drink break.

"I don't think so. Was there one from the scrap yard that you wanted to start on?"

"No. I thought we could go in to see our nephew. I've been thinking about him all morning."

"Your mind was on other things this morning, too, Dean."

"Yeah. But I already miss Nate and it hasn't been that long since we saw him. Think we'd be pestering Sam and Abby if we went back up?"

"I haven't seen Tasha come home yet, Dean. We don't want to have too many visitors."

"We're not visitors," Dean came over to give her a big greasy hug. She knew running wouldn't help. "We're family!" he wrapped his arms around her so her uniform could be as dirty as his.

Kylee laughed and Dean kissed her nose. "What do you say, Auntie? Ready to spoil Nate?"

"You're gonna let me hold him, right?" Kylee asked.

"Yeah, you can hold the little squirt. I want to see how Sam's doing. He's probably been thinking of Mom and Dad even if he doesn't mention them. Instead of him noticing their absence, I want him to see all of the people who love him and his new family."

"Sounds like a good idea, babe."

Bobby was in the library, trying to collect his thoughts when he heard the two mechanics come pounding in. That was something that was going to have to change with a baby in the house, but why bother them with that until he actually had to? Dean and Kylee were young and in love. It was nice to have that kind of energy in his old house.

In front of Bobby was the photo album that held pictures of when he courted Loretta, their wedding, and short marriage that followed. She never appeared to be sad. There were no warnings of what was to come. He'd always figured that he'd missed something, even though his mother swore that he couldn't have known. He still felt the anguish over losing them, but the guilt had faded. Must have been the passage of time that accomplished the easing guilt.

He thought about Tasha and what she'd been through. He replayed their whole relationship in his mind, wondering if he'd ever made her think that she owed him something because he'd taken care of her. He didn't think that he did.

His dreams for all the kids in his home was for them to find a job that they enjoyed, a spouse to love them until the end of time, and healthy, happy children. Sam and Abby had just fulfilled all his dreams for them. Bobby didn't know if Kylee and Dean were planning on kids, and he wasn't the kind to pry, but he secretly hoped that Nate would be the first of a string of Winchesters. Tasha, well, she had a job that she liked.