Abby woke up when the sun came shining in through the big windows. Sam had been up with Nate during the night but Abby had been able to sleep through it. She stretched in bed, making sure not to bump Sam. When she looked closer at him, she noticed how his brow was furrowed in his sleep. That was not typical for Sam. She brushed his hair back from his forehead, wondering what could have her typically happy husband looking so worried as he slept.

When Sam got restless, Abby woke him up.

"Honey, it's okay. You're dreaming."

Sam's eyes flew open and he didn't seem very relieved to see Abby. His mind was going though all the information that he needed to tell her, all the things that she wouldn't want to hear and he didn't want to say.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something that I wish I didn't have to," Sam took both her hands in his.

"What?" Abby started to panic.

"Remember how my mom died in a house fire?"

Abby nodded.

"It was on my six month birthday," Sam tried to make a connection with Abby through his eyes. "I am worried that the same demon could come for you or Nate when he turns six months. I have Bobby, Dean, Joshua, Jefferson and who knows how many other hunters working on how to keep you two safe."

"When? When did all this happen?"

"After we spoke last night."

"And you didn't wake me up to tell me?"

"I figured one of us should sleep. I thought I was protecting you," Sam knew he losing her.

"We're both his parents, Sam. Isn't that what you just said last night? And then you shut me out of such an important conversation about our son? What happened to not keeping secrets?"

"I didn't mean to, Abby. I just reacted. I knew I had to get the guys informed. I was hoping that we'd have an answer to our problem before you woke up today."

"How can you be so calm? This is about our baby, Sam!"

"I know. We just need to think it through and find the best way to keep you safe."

Abby got her hands free from Sam's and had an ugly look on her face when she got out of bed.

"I'm going to get some air." Abby stopped and turned as she opened the door, "You were wrong. You should have told me."

Sam watched the door close and wondered how he could even begin to make it alright.

Bobby felt Tasha start to stir and prepared himself for the explanations and reasons he was going to have to tell his new wife. So much for easing into the marriage. It looked like they were going to have to go by sink or swim.

"Good morning, hon," Tasha kissed Bobby and snuggled closer. "How long have you been awake?"

"Awhile," he smiled at her. "When you wake up, I'll need to fill you in about last night."

"I'm awake now," she replied sleepily. "Go ahead." She laid her head on his chest.

"It's something serious, Tasha."

"Okay," she sat up against the headboard. "What is it?"

Bobby explained the events the night before as carefully as he could.

"Where's Abby? Does she know?"

"I think Sam planned on telling her this morning."

"I have to get out there in case she needs me," Tasha grabbed a robe on her way out the door. "You guys do what you need to do, but I have to be there for Abby."

Bobby looked at the open doorway and felt lost as he remembered what little they'd come up with the night before. It was going to be a long day.

Sam got up with Nate and saw Tasha and Abby out on the porch swing, huddled together.

"They've been like that for awhile," Bobby said as he took a sip of coffee. "How did Abby take the news?"

"Not well at all," Sam juggled Nate and the bottle he was fixing. "How'd it go with Tasha?"

"I'm not sure. She ran out of the room to be with Abby."

"At least they didn't go too far," Sam stood in front of the window as he fed Nate.

"I called Lucas about his cabin and the fire. He has some ideas on how to fortify property. We can use his cabin if we want."

Sam nodded. "It's amazing how much can change over one night."

"Life is always changing. We just don't notice it." Bobby turned away from the window. "I'm going to see if Joshua or Jefferson has thought of anything."

Dean and Kylee came downstairs.

"How are they?" Kylee stopped at the window by Sam. "Dean told me last night. I didn't give him much choice."

"Turns out that letting Abby get one more good night's rest wasn't such a great idea," Sam told them.

"I'll grab some coffee and bring it out to them. I'm sure they could use it," Kylee got ready to go outside.

"Sam, I might have remembered something last night."

"Might have?"

"I had a dream that was more a recollection of the night of the fire. It had Yellow-Eyes in it."

"I thought you didn't see the demon that night," Sam put Nate down to play with his toys.

"I didn't think I did. But, in my dream he was standing at the foot of the stairs when I was carrying you out. He just let us pass."

"Why would he do something like that, Dean? Wasn't the whole point of him being there my six month birthday?"

"We've always thought so. Maybe not."

Sam was quiet for bit. "Do you think Mom was his target?"

"I don't know. I feel so helpless here. I don't even know if what I'm remembering is real."

"Did you ever mention it to Dad?" Sam's wheels were turning but he wasn't getting anywhere.

"Nope. I didn't want to bother him with it and then I forgot about it."

"Did Dad see him at the foot of the stairs when he ran out?"

"If he did, he never mentioned it." Dean was disgusted with himself. "I should have told him back then."

"There was no way you could have understood all that was going on at four years old."

Dean just looked at Sam and drank some more coffee.