Bobby came back downstairs with a few sheets of paper. Missouri had been able to retrieve Bobby's memories of protecting his home and noted what he'd done to make it safe. Bobby was going to use the list to make sure that the protective items were still in place and possibly make Lucas's cabin into another safe area. Bobby still wasn't sure if it would be a better idea to split Abby and Nate up.

The guys looked up the information they needed to know about what they were looking for when they searched the property. Each had a copy of what was supposed to be in place and a part of the land to search. They needed to be diligent in their work. Just having one item out of place could put everyone in the house in danger.

They scoured the ground with their metal detectors and their eyes got tired of covering a large area that all looked the same except for the vehicles that were scattered across it. Missouri made them a substantial lunch before sending them back out to finish what they'd started.

While searching for Bobby's memories of fortifying the house, Missouri sensed the fear and urgency that the men felt as they made a safe haven for the little boys, Dean and Sammy. They needed to know that there would be someplace where the boys could be boys. Somewhere that the supernatural wasn't as much of a threat. The love that they felt for those boys made them very creative and dedicated to their goal.

"How do you think it's going?" Abby asked as she helped clear plates.

"They didn't say, honey."

"Did you get all the information Bobby needed?"

"I believe we did," Missouri smiled. "It should be a big help with what they're trying to do."

As darkness fell, the men came in one by one as they finished their designated areas. Joshua had found out that one charm was missing. Bobby noted a couple of blessings or prayers that he thought they should do again just to be sure. Jefferson found everything that he was supposed to. Dean noticed that the small creek that went through Bobby's land might have changed some of the markers on the property. The running water could have eroded some of the land. Sam found new power lines and therefore easements across the property. The lines weren't exactly new, but they could have been replaced since he and Dean were young.

As a group, they decided to keep both Nate and Abby at the scrap yard the night of Nate's six month birthday. Otherwise, they would need to split up to make sure that each of them was covered. It was better to have all of their firepower and experience in one place.

After supper, Kylee, Abby, Tasha, and Missouri sat in the living room as the men filled them in on what they'd found. The next day would be spent replacing the one missing charm, reciting the blessings and prayers, and researching if the flow of the creek or the placement of power lines could affect the fortification efforts.

The girls felt better when they knew what was going on, even though they didn't understand it. Abby was relieved that they weren't going to try to split up her and Nate. Even Sam didn't realize what a monumental task that would have been.

"How are you doing?" Sam watched Abby put Nate down and then rub at her neck.

"Just a headache," she said weakly. "It's been bothering me all day. Must be tension."

"Let me rub your neck and see if that helps," Sam recalled what Missouri had said about Abby's headaches and tried not to worry. There was nothing he could do about it at eleven at night anyway.

Abby sat by him and Sam gently rubbed the muscles in her neck and shoulders. They were so tense.

"Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Abby replied. "I work the early shift, same as Tasha."

"You should have been asleep way before now," Sam told her. "Why did you let us keep you up so late?"

"This is our usual time," Abby laughed. "I don't know if I could go to bed any earlier."

"Remind me when you work early again and I'll try to help you get more sleep," Sam said while he rubbed. "Did you take anything for your headache?"

"Tylenol, but it didn't help," Abby sighed. "I should have asked you about rubbing my shoulders earlier. This feels good."

"I'm always here and open for business," Sam smiled.

"That's good to know," Abby smiled at him.

As they laid in bed that night, Sam felt much better about their relationship than he had that morning. The fact that Abby had a headache was cause for concern but a call to the clinic would solve that easily enough.

The day before Nate's six month birthday, there was tension all through the household. Nate could sense it, so he was cranky and inconsolable most of the day. The precautions had been checked, they were all in place. The prayers and blessings had been said.

Missouri had put whatever protective barrier that she could around the property and the people in the house. She hoped what they had done was enough.

Tasha and Abby had taken time off work, claiming to have the flu. With a household as big as theirs, getting sick could be a regular thing.

"Is Nate healthy?' their boss asked. "It sure can be hell when the little ones get sick."

"Nate's good. We're trying to keep him on the other side of the house with the people who aren't sick. Tasha and I are quarantined in a bedroom."

"Call us if you need any medication or anything. Someone would run it out for you."

"Thanks so much," Abby felt guilty for lying. "We think we'll be in the day after tomorrow."

"Okay. We'll plan on you coming in that day. Call us if that changes."

"Of course. Thanks again."

"Get better soon. Bye."

Abby looked at Tasha, "Now we just have to get through until then."

Tasha gave her big sister a hug. "It will be alright, Abby. I know it will."

"Where is the safest place for Abby and Nate to be?" Sam asked. "Our room has those big windows and only one entrance. The living room is open and has many rooms off of it."

Bobby just shook his head. "I don't know," Bobby had a sick look on his face. "I wish I could tell you boys, but I honestly don't know."

"You boys have the Colt?" Joshua asked.

"The demon got it along with Dad's soul," Dean replied.

"We can make devils' traps and put them at the doors of the house. One on the porch, one by the door going outside form the kitchen, and one on the root cellar doors of the basement. We made an indoor staircase going to the basement but we never did get rid of the double doors outside," Bobby was glad he'd come up with something.

"What should we put them up with?" Jefferson asked. "Paint them, carve them, burn them into the wood. How?"

"We should probably go with paint just because of the lack of time," Joshua answered him. "They're going to be hard to copy unless someone has done it before."

No one spoke up to say that they had.

"Okay," Dean took a deep breath. "So, we figure out who is the best painter and give them the Book of Solomon. Have them work with a couple guys to hold the book and help proofread so that no sign or symbol is missed."

"I think Sam has the neatest penmanship," Bobby watched Sam's face lose all color.

"Oh, no. I'm too nervous to be able to do a good job on it. It's my wife and child we are talking about."

"You are very particular and the devil is in the details, Sammy. You would be the best one for the job. I'll be there with ya, making sure we don't miss anything," Dean told him.

Sam looked at Dean, helpless and scared.

"We can do this," Dean stared into Sam's eyes.

Sam slowly nodded.

"Bring us what we'll need. We'll be on the porch," Dean put an arm around Sam and led him outside.

"Dean, are you sure-"

"Yes, I am. We can do this. I know you can draw. Remember all those symbols you drew on the trunk of the Impala to make it a lock box? This is just like that. Copy the picture and we'll be fine."

"How do I live with the guilt if we're not fine?" Sam was choked up.

Dean's only response was to put his arms around Sam and hold him. He couldn't let Sam fall to pieces.

After supper, the weapons came out. They were all cleaned and sharpened and ready in case they were needed.

The devils' traps were done and had been double-checked several times. They were in the best positions and exact replicas of what was shown in the book.

"There's nothing more we can do besides wait," Bobby said as he stood up. "I think we should get a good night's sleep. Nate was born at 11:45 PM, so we could have late night tomorrow."

Everyone agreed with Bobby but no one made a move to leave the living room.

"I mean it, boys. There's no substitute for sleep. Now, get." Bobby stood up and Tasha stood by his side, looking wiped out.

Joshua and Jefferson went upstairs after saying their goodnights, they were in Tasha's old room.

Missouri wearily climbed the stairs and went to the room with the double bed. She doubted there would be much sleep happening that night.

Dean and Kylee hugged Sam and Abby before going upstairs.

"I'll see you in the morning," Dean told Sam. "Just wake me up if you can't sleep. Maybe I'll be able to help."

"You gonna bore me back to sleep with car-talk?" Sam smiled. "We'll be fine. Thanks."

Abby looked at the clock. "It's just a little early for Nate's bottle. Think we should make it and wake him up so we can get a stretch of sleep?"

"Yeah, I don't think he'd mind," Sam put his hands on her waist. "You go get ready for bed and I'll get the bottle."

"Thanks, honey," Abby kissed him and leaned in against his muscular body, borrowing some of his strength. "I'll see you in there."

Sam nodded as he mixed up the bottle.

Abby came out of the bathroom and Nate was almost done with his bottle.

"Little guy was hungry," Sam told her. "I bet he'll go right back to sleep. His eyelids are already drooping."

"That would be good. Today tired him out. No one was acting like they usually did. He probably thought he was in the Twilight Zone."

"After tomorrow, we'll be back to normal," Sam laid Nate down and climbed into bed.

Abby laid down with her head on Sam's chest and a leg thrown over his.

"I'll only say this once," Abby spoke quietly. "But, if tomorrow brings the end for me, you've given me more love in the time that I've known you than most people get in a lifetime. I have no regrets."

"Don't talk like that, Abby," Sam choked back the lump in his throat because he knew she could be right. "I don't plan on losing either of you. Our plan is going to work, and we're going to be safe."

"Okay," Abby's voice was small.

"I love you, Abby," Sam held her tighter.

"I love you, Sammy."