They regrouped around suppertime. They double and tripled checked the precautions that they took. They decided that the living room would be the best place to keep Abby and Nate. They had their weapons out and they were ready. It was 9 PM.

At 11:15 PM, the wind started to pick up outside. The wind started to cry like it was getting whipped around corners. Joshua looked out a window and saw the demons in the yard. There were some that were caught in each of the devil's traps. Even with the noise that the trapped demons were making, more demons wandered into them, unaware of what they were.

Abby looked out the kitchen window by the porch swing and saw the Yellow-Eyed-Demon standing by the gate to the scrap yard. His body was fuzzy but his yellow eyes pierced the darkness. The scariest part of it was that he seemed to be looking directly at and into her. She called for Sam who came over. They watched as the demon didn't come any closer than the gate.

Nate started to scream in the other room. Missouri rushed to pick him up. Nate's eyes were wide with fear and he was striking at images that Missouri couldn't see. Missouri could only imagine the mean and evil spirits that the demons had brought with them. She knew they were going to have to confront Nate's gift sooner than she originally thought.

Joshua and Jefferson helped keep watch over the devils' trap by the root cellar and kitchen door. Demons kept getting trapped. The traps themselves were filling up and the men wondered what would happen if the traps held their full. Could they ever be too full to hold another demon?

Abby stood rooted to the spot, staring at the Yellow-Eyed-Demon. She wasn't even blinking. She couldn't believe that it was there, that it was real. Sam stood a step behind her but he could have been a whole world away considering where Abby's mind was.

Bobby took out the blessings and prayers that they had said around the property earlier. They recited them over and over until the wind stopped. When they stopped to look at the clock, it was 1 AM. They had made it. They had all made it .

Joshua, and Jefferson exorcized the demons in the traps. They finished around dawn and had counted 17 total in the three traps. Yellow-Eyes had just walked away when it was over.

Bobby and Tasha tumbled into bed. Tired and elated over the night being over. They were high on their win over evil.

Bobby had left over energy and adrenaline that he hadn't needed. Tasha had some of the same adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

Bobby growled into Tasha's ear, "I want you, darlin'."

"I want you, too," Tasha whispered in his ear as she unbuttoned his shirt and gave his lobe a little nip before pulling away.

Bobby sucked in a breath and smiled down at Tasha. "I guess you do, baby." Bobby kissed her deeply, searching out all the crevices in her mouth as he rid her of her clothes. Tasha, meanwhile, was doing the same, trying to get Bobby naked.

"Ouch," Tasha flinched away when Bobby's hands slid down her backside.

"Sorry," Bobby whispered. "I'll be more careful."

Tasha's eyes took in all of Bobby as he made sure her brand wouldn't cause her any pain while they made love. When he was sure, he lowered himself to her, to kiss and touch her, before moving in.

"Didn't you say something about getting back on the baby track after tonight?" Dean smiled at Kylee.

"Um-hm."

"I've done some thinking, and considering your, ah, injury, I think we should put it off one more night."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Dean got that smirk. "Of course, that doesn't mean we can't do what we did earlier today."

Kylee smiled back.

After Kylee was lying comfortably in bed, Dean started to rub her muscles. He allowed each one to relax before moving on to the next one. He was making a point of pampering her. Maybe that would make her more confident of his desire to take care of her and help them get pregnant.

When he'd covered her muscles from her head to her toes, he started kissing her down her spine, tickling her back with kisses scattered all over. He reached one hand underneath her to fondle her, stroke her until he drove her mad. Only when he'd brought her immense pleasure, he touched her most intimate place to bring her release.

Then, because he loved to hear the little sounds she made when he used his hands on her, he did it all over again. Kylee was a puddle of love and relaxation when Dean held her just before she drifted off to sleep.

Nate was cranky because of his foot. Abby rocked him until he fell asleep. Sam was lying on his side in bed, watching them. All of Abby's attention was on Nate as she comforted him and lulled him off to sleep. Sam watched her body relax as Nate's did, knowing himself how holding a sleeping baby was like taking a sleeping pill.

Sam stood and knelt down by the rocking chair.

"I've got him, Abby. I'll lie him down."

"Make sure not to bump his foot," she mumbled.

Sam covered Nate up and went back to offer Abby a hand to get up and into bed.

"Come on to bed, Abby," Sam held out a hand. Abby took it and Sam wrapped his other arm around her as he led her to the bed. "It's been a long day."

"It's only been a day? It's felt more like a week," Abby said as her head hit the pillow.

"Yeah, it was an extra long day," Sam agreed as she covered them up. "You handled yourself and the stress of today very well, honey. I'm proud of you."

"Really?"

"Yep. Not only did you handle the demon information without freaking out on us, which would have been totally understandable, you kept a level head when we didn't know for sure how to protect you and Nate."

"I didn't think screaming and pulling my hair out would impress anyone."

"Nate might have been amused. But, no, it wouldn't have helped," Sam laughed a little. "You proved to me again how brave you are."

Abby was silent.

"I love you, honey," Sam snuggled close.

"Love you, Sammy. No demons tomorrow, okay? I need a day off."

"None tomorrow? I think we can make a deal on that. I'd like none for the next, oh, let's say couple of years."

"Couple of years sounds even better," Abby snuggled further into their bedding and Sam. "Goodnight."

Sam laid his head down, "Goodnight."

Tasha and Abby left for work and they tried to get back into their normal routine at the scrap yard. Joshua and Jefferson were going to stay on just a couple of days, help Bobby arrange the attic so that items could be found when needed. Considering that generations of Singers had just stuffed their unused furniture and other items up there, it was a maze of hobbies, momentos, and accomplishments.

Nate was napping when the phone rang. Sam answered it. It was the store. Abby had fallen off a ladder and hit her head. They had her brought to the hospital by ambulance because she'd lost consciousness. Sam sprinted up the steps to the attic to tell them where he was going.

Bobby drove Sam to the hospital.

"It's probably store policy to call an ambulance when an employee falls," Bobby told him. "You know, insurance reasons, to cover their asses."

Sam just nodded and stared through the windshield.

Abby was awake and aware when Sam saw her. She had a concussion and they'd done a scan of her head. Sam and Bobby waited with her while waiting for the results.

"Mr. and Mrs. Winchester?" the doctor brought a film into the exam room.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"And you are-" the doctor was looking at Bobby.

"He's family," Sam told the doctor. "We want him here."

The doctor nodded.

"When Mrs. Winchester was on the ladder today, she said she got light-headed. She'd been having headaches lately and had one when she got light-headed, too. After she fell and cracked her head on the tile, we decided to do a scan. I honestly didn't expect to find anything. But, we did." The doctor took a breath and put the film up on the light box.

"I don't know if you can see this, but there is some sort of irregularity right here in her brain. There's no way to know how long it's been there from this film. I have a neurologist and neurosurgeon coming down to see you to give you more information. Do you have any questions?"

Sam, Abby and Bobby were shocked. None of them knew what to say.

"No," Sam said. "I can't think of any questions right now."

"Well, write them down as you think of them so you can ask the other doctors. Otherwise, you can have me paged if you have questions before then," the doctor was efficient but he also cared. "Since we don't know what it is, all I can tell you is not to worry until you have to. I realize that is easier said than done."

The room was silent as the door swung shut after the doctor.

Abby looked at Sam, terrified. Bobby shuffled his feet a little, kissed Abby's forehead and told them that he was going to call Tasha.

"Did the doctor say that there is something wrong with my brain, or am I imagining that?" Abby asked quietly.

"There's an irregularity of some sort that they found on the scan but they haven't told us much yet," Sam kept his voice calm as he held Abby's hand and willed the specialists to come in the room.

"Is that why I've been getting headaches?"

"I don't know, honey." Sam found himself a chair and made himself comfortable for the inevitably long emergency room wait. "We have to wait to talk to the neurologist and neurosurgeon. For now, just get some rest. I'll stay right here."

Abby looked at Sam and knew he'd be there to keep watch over her. She closed her eyes and she tried to sleep.

Bobby called Dean at home to let them know what was going on.

"What do you mean, an irregularity in her brain?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, Dean. That's what the doctor called it. The specialist are coming in to talk to her later." Bobby was quiet a minute before he said, "Dean, with finding this mass so soon after the demon was at our gate, do you think he caused it?"

"Could be."

"Do you think his goal was to kill Abby?"

"I don't know, Bobby. This is so messed up compared to the six month birthday theory we had going. How are Sam and Abby holding up?"

"Fine, for now. I'm going to pick Tasha up from the store. I think she'd like to be here when the specialists come.'

"You're probably right. Let us know what you find out," Dean let out a deep breath when he hung up the phone.

"How is Abby doing?" the store manager reached Bobby before he got to Tasha.

"Okay, I guess. I'm here to pick up Tasha. Abby's been asking for her."

"I'll page her," the manager went to do something useful.

Bobby tried to not let his worry show on his face when he saw his wife.

"Hey, honey. Abby's been asking for ya."

"I'll just grab my coat," Tasha gave him a hug and went off to the employee lounge.

Bobby went over all the ways he could tell Tasha about Abby's brain. None of the possibilities he came up with were very good.

When they were in the privacy of their own car, Bobby turned to Tasha and took her hand.

"I have some news for ya, darlin', and it's scary," Bobby just held eye contact with her and hoped she'd stay calm. "They found an irregularity in Abby's brain and there are some specialists coming to talk to her. I thought you might want to be there for her and that conversation."

Bobby watched helplessly as his wife's face crumbled. "How bad is it?"

"We don't know, honey."

Tasha cried, wrapped in Bobby's arms. When her sobs ceased, she wiped her eyes and said, "We'd better go. I don't want Abby to think that I'm not coming."

Bobby started the car and drove.

"This mass appears to be new," the neurologist told them. "I have no explanation for how it got there, but the irritation that it is causing around it is new."

"It just got planted there somehow?" Sam asked as he looked at Bobby.

"It seems like it but there is no indication of anything entering her skull cavity. I don't have any answers for you, I'm sorry." The neurologist stepped back and let the neurosurgeon take over.

"Likewise, I have no explanation for what this is or how it got there. The irritation it is causing the surrounding tissue isn't good. I recommend surgery so that we can remove it."

"Would other treatment shrink it? Is there something besides surgery?" Sam asked.

"If I knew what 'it' was, I'd be able to give you an answer. Since we don't know how aggressive it is, I would like to remove it."

"How would I be after surgery?" Abby asked. "Is this something where I'd be paralyzed or lose abilities?"

"We hope that you would make a full recovery after surgery," the neurosurgeon told her. "You might require therapy. There are always risks to surgery. I think the bigger risk is letting this go on any longer."

Abby looked at Sam and nodded.

"When would you do the surgery?" Sam asked.

"Late this afternoon," the doctor replied. "Is that what you want to do?"

"Yes." Abby's voice was sure and determined.

"Okay. I'll have my nurse get it arranged. You can't have anything to eat or drink until after surgery."

After the doctors walked out, Abby told Sam, "I want Nate. Can someone bring him here?"

"I'll just call home," Bobby answered for him. "They'll have Nate up here shortly."

"Bobby," Abby called after him before he reached the door. "Last night, I saw Yellow-Eyes looking at me from the gate. It felt like he was looking through me. Do you think he caused this?"

"Yes I do," Bobby replied. "But just cause something supernatural put it there doesn't mean traditional medicine can't take it out. I think it's a good idea that you're having the surgery. I'll go make that call for Nate now."

Abby laid her head back on her pillow. Sam and Tasha each held one of her hands. She had her loved ones around her and yet she felt alone when she thought about going through with brain surgery. No one could go through it for her or with her. It was just her.