The day before the wedding, the girls went to run all the last-minute errands. Missouri stayed back and took care of Nate. She jumped at the chance to take care of a baby, especially one as good-natured as Nate.

Joshua and Jefferson planned on staying around until Bobby and Tasha were back from their honeymoon. They told Bobby they'd help out with repairs or whatever else he needed done. Bobby walked through the scrap yard with the guys and pointed out what cars could possibly be fixed. Dean took some notes, listing the cars to work on when the garage business was done.

Dean, Joshua and Jefferson stayed outside, wandering through the garden of abandoned vehicles. They talked about hunting, cars, and the upcoming wedding. Bobby had gone inside for something to drink.

"You leaving enough to keep those boys busy while you're gone?" Missouri asked.

"I think so. It's just great that they are willing to help out."

"They want you and Tasha to be worry-free on your honeymoon, knowing that things are taken care of back here."

Bobby sat down at the table and Missouri sat across from him.

"Where's Nate?"

"He's sleeping. Sam decided to try to put together the crib in the other room." Missouri took Bobby's hand. "I don't know you as well as the Winchesters, Bobby. But, I think you and Tasha will be great for each other. The age difference doesn't matter. She just wants to have babies with you. Give her all the babies she wants. She has so much love to give and she wants to have a large family so badly."

"I know she does," Bobby told her. "I'm going to give her the best life possible. She's been through too much in her short life. I want the rest of it to be so good that it erases the bad."

"Memories don't work that way, Bobby."

Bobby nodded. "I'm just hoping I can help her with her past by being here for her now."

"You will," Missouri gave him a smile. "You will."

"Need any help in here?" Bobby heard Sam cussing under his breath.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam looked up at him with the instructions in one hand and a piece of wood in the other. "I swear these instructions have to be wrong."

"What made you decide to start on this today?" Bobby asked as he knelt down by the pile of parts and looked some of them over.

"Saw Nate stretching in his cradle and it looked like he could use some extra room."

"There's a room between my room and the bathroom we put in for you and Abby. When Nate gets big enough, it could be his room."

"I don't know how Abby would react to having Nate in another room, but we will need it eventually. Thanks, Bobby."

"Don't thank me yet. It still needs to be cleaned out. You might want to have Joshua and Jefferson help you. Any furniture we don't need can go up in the attic," Bobby kept sorting the pieces out.

When they had neat piles scattered all over the floor, they checked the number provided in the instructions against the number they actually had. All of the pieces were there.

"Looks like we start from the beginning," Bobby told Sam. "You read them and I'll follow them as best I can."

Between Bobby's experience and Sam's dedication to detail, Nate had a wonderful crib.

While Joshua, Jefferson and Dean were outside, they made note of other projects they could take on for Bobby. Besides fixing up some of the scrap yard, they also wanted to make bookshelves for Bobby's library. Between Bobby's room and the library there was a huge storage closet that they were hoping to convert into a private bath for Bobby and Tasha. Sam would have to go through the books to see which ones needed to stay in the library and make a list of ones that they would move to the attic (and also make bookcases for).

Jefferson and Joshua went to town pretending they needed to purchase a wedding gift. Instead, they drove to a couple different towns to arrange for the tub/shower, toilet, vanity, fixtures, and plumbing they'd need for the bathroom.

Dean walked inside and could hear Bobby and Sam in the other room.

"Do I even want to know what they are doing?" Dean asked Missouri.

"Just putting together a crib. You'd think they were building a rocket in there for as many cuss words as I've heard come out of there."

"Oh, so it's going that good," Dean nodded. "They must be trying to follow the directions."

"I think that's the point, Dean," Missouri set down a plate of cookies and Dean helped himself to some. "Did Kylee tell you about our conversation yesterday?"

Dean nodded. "Once she gets over her fears of being pregnant, we'll be able to get pregnant, right?"

"That's not quite all of it, honey," Missouri replied.

Dean put down the rest of the cookie. "What's the rest?"

"You and Sam, you boys have always been different. And, that's a good thing. But, right now, what's scaring Kylee is if you'll have the patience to deal with her if she's sick when she's pregnant. She needs to see a little more of the softer side of you. Once she feels secure that you'll take care of her, she'll be able to get pregnant. You just have to give her that extra comfort and attention now so that she'll feel like she can count on it then."

"Are you done?"

"Don't get smart with me, Dean."

"Thanks for the advice. But I really don't need you in my head or in my marriage. I'm doing just fine." Dean got up to see how he could torment Bobby and Sam with the crib.

"Don't let your stubbornness keep you from what you want, honey. I won't say no more."

The girls came back home with more pink material than Bobby had seen in his life. They made Bobby go to another room when they brought Tasha's dress in. The men tried on the tuxes, grumbling all the while. They seemed to fit, and that was what mattered.

"You getting nervous yet, Bobby?" Dean smirked.

"Nope. Doubt I'll be getting nervous. It's the first thing I've been sure of in a long time."

"It'll be great," Sam told Bobby. "She's good for you. I've seen you smile more in the last few months than in the whole time I've known you."

"Yeah, she tends to have that affect on me," Bobby agreed.

Jefferson and Joshua were also sitting up with the groom-to-be. Never being married, they didn't have much to say on the subject.

Tasha came downstairs just before midnight and called Bobby into the kitchen.

"I had to see you one last time before I see you at the church," Tasha smiled at him and Bobby was glad she'd come downstairs.

"How are you holding up?" Bobby asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm good. I think we actually got everything done."

"Think you'll be able to sleep?"

"You guys are keeping it pretty quiet. As long as I don't get a case of the nerves, I'll be fine."

"You nervous about little 'ol me?" Bobby smiled.

"Of course not. Just looking forward to our lifetime together."

Bobby watched Tasha walk upstairs and realized it was going to be a long night.

The older hunters recalled hunts and hunters of the past. Dean and Sam, new to the stories, listened closely. Part of them missed hunting. They'd only ever hunted with their dad or Bobby, so it was interesting to hear how other hunters approached the supernatural.

Sam heard Abby and Nate in the kitchen. He went in and took Nate and the bottle Abby had prepared.

"Go on back to bed, honey. I'll be in as soon as Nate's done. I won't be up much longer."

"Love you, Sam," Abby smiled as she went back to bed.

Jefferson and Joshua had to try feeding Nate. They couldn't help but think of John as they held his grandson in their arms. Nate would be the start of the third generation of Winchester hunters if he decided to continue with the tradition. When they asked Sam about the possibility, he just said that he wanted Nate to just be a baby for now.

Once the bottle was gone, and Nate was burped, Nate was passed around for goodnights. When he made it back to Sam, he was already asleep. Sam excused himself with Nate and told the guys he'd see them in the morning. They went back to hunting stories and Sam was happy to have Nate as a reason to retire earlier than the rest of them.

Sam put Nate in the cradle and went to bed. Still asleep, Abby rolled over and cuddled into him. He put an arm around her and kissed her head as he drifted off.

When Bobby started getting tired, the men called it a night. Bobby went into his room and changed for bed. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked so much older then when he'd married Loretta. Some of his hair was gone, his athletic body had acquired a stomach and he was noticing gray hairs these days. But, when he thought of marrying Tasha, he smiled. That smile--that was the same.

It was the last night he'd be going to bed alone. He wondered which side of the bed Tasha slept on. Did she like piling on the covers or just a few? They were going to learn so many new things about each other after tomorrow. It didn't scare Bobby, it just made him want to know more.

Dean tried to get to bed quietly, but he tripped over Kylee's bridesmaid dress and wiped out the items on the dresser when he caught himself.

"Dean?" Kylee turned on the light.

"Just call me Grace," he laughed. "Sorry I woke you up. Lay back down. I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay. Love you, honey," Kylee pulled the covers up a little higher.

"Love you, too," Dean replied as he went into the bathroom.

When he came back out, he couldn't get what Missouri had told him out of his head. He took care of Kylee, didn't he? He'd always done that in the past, so what made Kylee scared that he wouldn't do that in the future?

Tasha was too excited for her wedding. She couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned. She'd been raised in one environment and then brought to live in another one. One where there was safety and love.

It was a different world to her, one where she was not only allowed to be happy, she could love without fear of it being used against her. She could hope for the future that she wanted, and, just maybe, it could come true. She already had a husband who would be waiting for her at the altar. Who is to say she couldn't have more?