Tasha dreamed she was with her babies. Each of them was wrapped in a white blanket. She was rocking one of them when the other started to cry in the bassinette. She was trying to keep one asleep while calming the other one down.

Then, she woke up.

The cries were real. Nate was fussing in Abby's arms. Unable to be there anymore, she quickly got up and left with just a goodbye said over her shoulder.

Sam caught up to her easily in the hall, "Tasha, wait!"

Tasha stepped, staring at the floor.

"The store called and they filled your shift for today," Sam told her.

"Thanks."

"Are you okay to drive?"

"Sure I am."

"Where are you going?" Sam asked with a hand on her shoulder.

Tasha was silent.

"Bobby wants you to come home," the tone in Sam's voice made her look up at him. "I think you should."

"He's not mad?"

"No. He's just worried about you."

"I think I'll go home then."

"It would be better to talk to Bobby now instead of worrying about it, Tasha," Sam gave her a hug. "You can come back here anytime."

"Tell Abby I'll call her later?"

Sam nodded.

Tasha came home to find Bobby in the library. She poked her head in, "Hi, Bobby. I'm home."

Bobby looked up from the book in front of him. "Hey, darlin'. Come sit a spell."

"Okay," Tasha took a deep breath and blushed as she stepped in the room.

Bobby had pulled out a chair beside him, so he sat there.

"How's it going up at the hospital?" Bobby asked.

"Fine. Nate is in Abby's room. Abby and Sam are walking on clouds, they're so happy."

"That's how it should be," Bobby nodded. "How are you doing?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know what you think of me after last night.."

"Am I supposed to think differently of you?" Bobby asked.

"No. I'm just hoping I didn't make things all weird between us."

"Nothing's weird from where I'm standing. You?"

"I feel the same as I did yesterday."

"That's something we should talk about," Bobby said softly.

Tasha let out a sigh and Bobby knew by the look on her face that tears weren't going to be far behind. He placed his hand on top of hers on the table. "We're just talking, honey."

"Okay," Tasha tried to give Bobby a smile as he reminded herself to breathe.

"See?" Bobby smiled. "We're talking and everything is fine."

Tasha gave Bobby a genuine smile.

"Would you be able to stay here if we dated and it didn't work out?" Bobby looked Tasha in the eyes.

"I don't know."

"Would we still be close like this?"

"I know I wouldn't want to lose you," was all Tasha could give for an answer. "You've helped me learn how life should be and sheltered me while I figured out who I was and dealt with an awful past. I can't picture myself allowing a relationship like that drift away."

"I'm an old-fashioned guy, Tasha. I don't get the relationships that I see portrayed on television these days. I am who I am, and I can't change that. On that same note, I wouldn't expect you to change who you are."

"I don't want you to change, Bobby. I know you have a gruff exterior but I also know the big heart you have underneath."

"We can try this 'dating', Tasha. But, I'm not sure how you expect this to go."

"I don't expect it to go one way or another. I just want it to be us."

"I think I can do that. You up for a stroll after supper tonight?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" Tasha smiled.

"Yeah. I guess I am," Bobby's cheeks turned pink.

"I'll be there," Tasha replied.

Bobby gave her hand a squeeze and smiled.

Tasha was so happy, she practically bounced out of the room.

At the hospital, Sam answered the knock on Abby's door and ushered Dean and Kylee into the waiting room. "Abby's feeding Nate," Sam told them.

Dean felt his face start to blush and couldn't make eye contact with anyone.

Sam couldn't let something like that just pass him by. "Are you blushing, Dean? Just the mention of breastfeeding embarrasses you now?"

"Marriage has just tamed me, Sam. Drop it."

Sam laughed as he let the door to the waiting room drop shut.

"How are things at home?" Sam asked.

"Fine. Why?"

"You don't know?" Sam had forgotten how self-centered Dean could be at times. "Did you see Tasha or Bobby today?"

"Tasha rushed out the door this morning. I think something may have happened with Danny," Kylee answered.

"Yeah. She was on her way up here," Sam rubbed his neck. "Bobby say anything?"

"Nope. We finished the car we were working on and came up here. I saw Bobby in the kitchen but just told him where we were going," Dean replied. "What's going on?"

"Well, Danny is out of the picture. I don't know if Tasha has told him that yet. And, last night, Tasha told Bobby that she wants to date him," Sam finished talking and carefully watched Dean's face for a reaction.

Dean's face screwed up. "Bobby? Our Bobby?"

Sam nodded.

"But isn't he, well, old?"

"Apparently Tasha doesn't think so, honey," Kylee took Dean's arm. "Age isn't everything."

Dean was still confused. "When her dad did what he did . . . Why would she want to date someone his age? I mean, Bobby's nothing like him, but don't you think she'd want to date someone closer to her age?"

"I don't claim to understand it," Sam admitted. "That's just how it is. Tasha apparently got into the beer before her conversation with Bobby, so she thought that maybe she'd screwed up her chance with Bobby and her living situation. Turns out Bobby didn't get mad, and it's okay at home."

"I can't picture Bobby mad," Kylee injected.

"Oh, screw up a car by driving recklessly, especially a car that Bobby fixed up in the first place, and you'll see him mad. Guaranteed." Dean grinned.

Kylee shook her head. "I don't want to know."

"You sure? It's a good one," Dean said. "I didn't have Sammy with me on that particular drive, but I think he knows how it goes."

Sam nodded.

"Still, don't want to know," Kylee was sure.

"Your loss." Dean turned back to the conversation at hand. "So, Tasha and Bobby? That'll take awhile to get used to."

"Yeah, it will," Sam agreed.