"I can't go," Tasha said in a voice so soft that Bobby almost missed it.

"That's fine, Tasha. Have you gotten any sleep?"

"I've drifted in and out."

Tasha fell silent. Bobby felt there was more.

"If I tell you something, will you promise not to be upset with me?" her voice wavered.

"Of course, Tasha. You know you can tell me anything," Bobby braced himself for what Tasha was about to say.

"I can't go see my dad because some of the things that he did, my body responded to. I just wanted to get away, and my body betrayed me. How could that happen?"

"Sometimes, your body will respond to how it is stimulated, it's just how it's wired to work. There are some things that happen that you can't stop, and you shouldn't feel ashamed of it. It's out of your control."

"But when I kiss you, sometimes, well," Tasha sputtered until she just ran out of ways she wanted to describe what she felt.

"I'm just guessing here, but sometimes when we're together, you feel like you're reacting to what we're doing?"

Tasha turned red and nodded.

"That's because you have your heart and your mind involved, darlin'. When you have your heart and mind involved, your body isn't going to betray you. It works along with what you're feeling and what you know."

"I feel better knowing that," Tasha still didn't want to look directly at Bobby. "I'm so thankful that I have you, Bobby. You aren't pushing me or getting impatient with me. You even have these terribly awkward conversations with me, and then they don't seem so bad."

"I told you I'm old fashioned," Bobby sighed. "You wouldn't be here with me now except for what happened today with what Sam found. There are just some things I don't believe in until marriage."

"I'm sorry. Should I go up to my room?" Tasha was confused.

"No, it's late. Get some rest. If you need me nearby tomorrow, I'll sleep on the other twin in your room."

"What's the difference between lying beside you and nothing happening and you being in the same room with me and nothing happening?"

"Just the way I was raised, Darlin'. Don't ever want to tarnish a young woman's reputation."

"I wish I could have met your family, Bobby. They sound just wonderful."

"I can tell you stories and show you pictures," Bobby told her. "Huge families are great. But, you also need to remember that there are many opinions and head-butting that goes on at times. We had stubborn folks in my family. Good-hearted, every single one of them, but some had a stubborn streak a mile wide. We were mostly hunters. Since the folks in town didn't know about what we hunted, we didn't socialize with them too much. My mom and I went to town for groceries and I remember going with her to church. Sometimes someone would ask about a family member, but not usually."

"It seems like a dream to me," Tasha was starting to drift off to sleep again.

"You have a large family, Tasha. You have Sam, Abby, Nate, Dean, Kylee and I. We'd do anything for you."

"I know, Bobby. I love you."

Bobby was shocked at what he'd heard. His heart started to pound. It had been years since he'd heard those words come from a woman's lips.

"I love you, Tasha," he kissed her forehead before lying back down.

Before long, they were both asleep. Tasha had decided that she didn't want to go. She asked Bobby the questions that had been bothering her. Her mind was clear and she was able find a peaceful sleep. Bobby, sensing her relaxation, fell asleep soon afterwards.

Kylee and Dean enjoyed having Nate in their room. Nate didn't spend much time in his cradle. Kylee and Dean couldn't put him down.

"This is nice," Kylee said as she held Nate asleep in her arms. "What do you think of Nate?"

"He's got the Winchester looks," Dean smirked as he answered. He looked at Kylee's face and said quietly, "Kylee, you know how I feel about babies."

"Is this what is was like with Sam?"

Dean sat on the bed by Kylee. "We didn't have enough room for everything a baby needs. Sam slept on the bed between us. We always ran low on something - formula, medicine, diapers. Dad would run to the store and it would just be Sam and I. Being four, sometimes I could pick him up, other times I just laid down by him and kept him company."

"I think that a baby could make life interesting," Kylee tucked the blanket tighter around Nate. "We might want to think about how it would change our lives before deciding if it's for us or not."

Dean nodded. "Okay. We'll take that route."

"I want to talk about it in more detail, Dean, I really do. But, we should probably get some rest while Nate is sleeping. He'll be up soon for another bottle."

"Let me give him a hug before you put him down," Dean held his arms out. "Never can get enough of that baby-fresh smell," he whispered as he rested his cheek on Nate's head.

Kylee smiled as she watched Dean, typical American leather jacket tough guy, gently put Nate to bed and pull his blanket up. He kissed Nate's head before turning back to Kylee. Kylee wondered why she didn't see it before--Dean's need to be a dad. He'd been practicing his whole life with Sam.

Kylee curled up with Dean after he'd turned on the nightlight by the cradle and turned off the lamp. "How do you think the girls are doing?" she asked.

"I'm hoping for the best."

"Yeah. Me, too."

Abby had dreams and was restless during the night, but they were nothing as specific or bad as Tasha's. Abby had been away from their father for longer. He no longer had any control over her.

For Tasha, it was all too recent. That's why her dreams were much worse.

Tasha was running in her dream. She was running from her father, searching for her babies, sprinting through a maze that looked like a hospital ICU. Machines reached out to grab her and her father was getting closer.

"Tasha," Bobby tried to wake her up when she started to toss around and talk in her sleep. He was just reaching for her shoulder when her fist came flying through the air. He ducked just in time.

Bobby reacted by instinct and pulled Tasha close to him. Her fists didn't have any power behind them as they landed on his chest.

"Tasha! Tasha, wake up!"

Tasha opened her eyes and they still had a wild look in them.

"It's Bobby. You're safe."

She looked at him confused, shrugged her way out of his arms and he let her fall back on the bed. She was still heaving, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry," her voice was shaky. "I didn't mean to punch you. Did I hurt you?"

"Takes a hell of a punch to hurt me, honey. I'm fine."

"I was just dreaming . . ." tears started to fall down Tasha's cheeks.

"I know, darlin'," Bobby moved so Tasha could lie against him. "I know."

Neither of them slept until the sun started to peek through the curtains.