Dean sat beside Kylee, who was holding Nate. Dean would later deny to making the baby noises that were coming out of his mouth. Kylee loved the way that Nate curled into her. Just seeing his face opened up new doors in Kylee's heart. Before when Dean had mentioned babies, he'd been for it and she had been basically against it. Now she was thinking that babies might be a good thing. She looked across Nate at Dean, who was lost in Nate's presence. She realized again how much she loved Dean and how lucky she was to have him as her husband. Even if the goof did talk baby talk to Nate.

Nate started to fuss and Kylee gave him back to Sam.

"What's wrong, Nate?" Sam bounced him a little and offered his pacifier. Nate sucked on it like it was his lifeline. "I think he's hungry, Abby."

Abby looked at him from the bed, "Can you give him a bottle, Sam? I'm just not up to it."

"Sure," Sam rang for a nurse and she brought a bottle down.

"Can I feed him?" Kylee asked.

Sam handed her Nate and showed her how to hold the bottle and when he needed to be burped.

"Kylee sure seems to be taking to Nate," Sam whispered to Dean. "Do you think maybe she's getting in the baby mood?"

"Hard to tell," Dean replied. "I've left it up to her because she's the one who would be pregnant. I'd like Nate to have a cousin, though."

"Give it time," Sam said. "Nate might be changing her mind right now."

Dean smiled. "That cute little devil just might .. . "

"Hey, guys. How's the mama feeling?" Bobby's voice almost filled the room when he spoke. He gave Abby a hug and then looked over at Kylee and Nate. "You getting enough rest, darlin'? I could take the rest of these folks with me to the waiting room."

"I'm just resting. I'm happy with everyone here," Abby replied. "It's so nice to have family."

"Tasha is going to be calling you later," Bobby said in a hushed voice. "Last night she was having a hard time thinking back to her abortions. I don't know how she'll be around Nate, but you know you always have her support."

"I never thought of that. Poor Tasha. No wonder she rushed out of here so quickly when Nate woke her up. Is she doing alright now?"

"Yeah. She just needed some sleep."

"Are you okay after last night?" Abby asked him.

"Yeah. We've got a date tonight to go for a walk after supper," Bobby smiled. "I haven't even thought about dating for so long."

"Just be you, Bobby. That's all she's expecting," Abby gave him a smile and touched his cheek. "You are a wonderful man. I only want the best for you and Tasha, together or apart."

"I know you do, sweetie. Thanks for that," Bobby gave her a peck on the cheek before he went off to find Nate.

"Can I hold Nate when you're done, Kylee?" Bobby asked.

"Do you want to finish giving him the bottle?" Kylee offered.

"Sure," Bobby looked a little awkward as he took Nate and got ready to give him a bottle. "I haven't done this since Sammy was little."

Dean elbowed Sam. "Aren't you a little nervous? Don't you want to go make sure Bobby feeds him correctly?"

"He'll do fine," Sam sounded at ease. "He's had experience and Abby is right there."

Sam and Dean went back to watching Bobby. "It doesn't seem that long ago that he was feeding you, Sam. I remember watching him, really closely when I didn't trust him at first when we got to the scrap yard. He has that same touch with Nate."

"Yeah. Bobby's always been good at taking care of those who can't take care of themselves," Sam watched Bobby being so gentle and remembered skinned knees that Bobby had tended to before Dean had declared himself old enough to treat Sam's injuries. He trusted Nate in Bobby's arms. He was as safe as a baby could be.

Tasha was nervous about what to wear on her date with Bobby. He'd seen her at her worst. She wanted to make sure that she looked special tonight. She'd called Abby at the hospital to check on her and Abby had given Tasha some words of advice that helped calm Tasha's nerves. Bobby was still Bobby, he wasn't going to change just because they dated. Abby also told her to just be herself. Life's too short to pretend to be someone you're not. Tasha wished Abby was back in her and Sam's room downstairs instead of still in the hospital.

She put on some jeans and a button-down shirt. She pulled her hair back on the sides, but still let it be loose around her face. She added some lip gloss and perfume. One last glance in the mirror and she was on her way downstairs. It was time for their date, ready or not.

Bobby grabbed a shower after supper, trying to remember what he should do to get ready for a date. It had been so long ago. Besides, it wasn't like Tasha didn't know him. Bobby threw on jeans and a flannel shirt. He ran a comb through his hair and then reached for one of his hats. He hesitated, wondering if he should wear one since most of them were filthy. It had been years since he'd gone without one. So he picked the cleanest one and put it on his head.

Dean and Kylee had finished the supper dishes and looked very cozy in front of the television.

"Hey, Tasha," Kylee greeted her. "You look nice."

Tasha smiled shyly.

"You going out?" Dean asked.

"Just for a walk," Tasha's voice cracked.

"I should talk to Bobby about dating," Dean told her. "What kind of date is a walk? How about a movie or a dinner?"

Kylee tried to hush Dean. He had a voice that just carried and could not be hushed.

"I like walks," Tasha said.

"So do I," Bobby walked in from his bedroom. "As I recall, Dean, you don't get a vote when it's not your date."

"Walks are romantic," Kylee snuggled further into Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Shall we go?" Bobby offered his arm to Tasha. She nodded and took it. They got their coats on and stepped into the autumn night air.

"Little chilly out tonight," Bobby said. "Are you going to be warm enough?"

"I think so," Tasha replied.

"Is this a boring date, Tasha?"

"No. It's our kind of date, Bobby. I like quiet and peaceful."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I just wanted to spend some time with you," Tasha told him. "That's all that matters."

"What do you think of my scrap yard? It tends to grow on its own."

"I can see that," Tasha laughed.

They walked in silence.

"I was married before, did you know that?" Bobby asked her.

"No."

"She was my high school sweetheart, Loretta. She was a real spitfire. She defied her father when she married me. We lived here in the room that Sam and Abby have now. Our marriage was short. She lost the baby and she never recovered. She took her own life shortly afterwards."

"God, Bobby. I'm so sorry. How did you handle that?"

"I had my family here for me. But, that doesn't take the place . . . I just quit looking for someone for me. I lived for my family. I nursed my mom through her illness until she passed. Then, it was just me. I took in John and the boys. That made my life better, but it still wasn't anything like I could have had."

"I'm glad that you've had your family and the Winchesters. The house must have seemed big when it was just you here."

"It's just always been home," Bobby shrugged. "My grandparents lived here. I can't remember who started the scrap yard. It seems like it's just always been here. We needed to have a business that we could run while still hunting. We couldn't count on the folks in town to understand what we hunted or why."

"I can see where that would be a problem." Tasha asked, "Have you ever thought of living anywhere else?"

"When I was a teen, sometimes I dreamed of running to another place to live. I wanted to make it on my own, see new things, meet new people instead of knowing everyone in town. Before I got old enough to hit the road, I crossed paths with Loretta. The idea of settling down with her didn't seem right to do anywhere but here. So, I never left. I haven't regretted it. I see enough of the road on my hunting trips. It's nice to have a home with roots. A place where I know I belong."

"That sounds so good to me," Tasha hugged Bobby's arm closer. "I didn't have a place of security before I came here. I didn't have a safe haven. Now, I do."

"I'm glad you feel that way. It's been awhile since the house has had a woman's touch. It's nice to know that my house still has that comforting feeling to it. It would be a shame if that got lost somewhere along the way."

"It is a little rustic," Tasha smiled. "But it still has that welcoming, cozy feeling."

"Rustic? Like how?"

"You really want to know?" Bobby nodded. "Some curtains would be nice," Tasha offered.

"We're in the middle of nowhere."

"I know. They'd just be nice."

"I might want to hear about some other ideas you have," Bobby told her as they walked around the property.

When the light had faded, Bobby and Tasha were on the porch swing. Bobby had his arm along the back of the bench and Tasha had snuggled in by him. It was partially because of the chill in the air, but mostly just to feel Bobby near.

"I think it's time we go in," Bobby sighed. "Don't need either of us getting a cold."

"I enjoyed this evening," Tasha said as she stood up.

"Me, too," Bobby took Tasha's hand as he led her around to the door. "Think we should do this again?"

"Definitely," Tasha smiled.

"Good," Bobby gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. "How about another walk the next night that you're off work?"

"It's a date."