When the doctor came in to do rounds the next morning, his mood was much more positive. He still didn't have any reasons for why the mass appeared. However, he had been able to removed the mass in its entirety. It would be a couple days to get the biopsy report back.

The fact that Abby awoke in a nightmare of her past confused the doctors, but as long as Sam was able to orient her to the present, it wasn't one of their major worries. Abby recognized Sam, so she had some cognitive abilities. As far as her speech, it might have to be something she'd need therapy to gain back.

They decided to try to wean her to a lighter pain medication so that she could interact more with her many visitors and doctors. Abby had a wonderful support system. That was the biggest thing she had going for her. That and the dedication of her husband. The doctors said it would be fine to introduce her to Nate but to remove him from the room if she got agitated. They were to slowly bring family members up to see her but not to overwhelm her.

The mass, besides it's unknown origins, had not only irritated the tissue around it, little slivers of the mass had begun to work their way into the surrounding areas of the brain. The only reason they had caught the mass early enough to remove the slivers without causing too much damage was because it was new.

This mass was not the cause of Abby's headaches. Her headaches were caused by something else entirely. The doctors said they would help Abby with her headaches after she was released. Luckily, Abby's headache caused the fall which exposed the new mass. Otherwise, it could have gone undetected for a long time.

"That's good news, Abby," Sam saw that his wife was confused. "They're telling us good news. Did you want to see Nate today?"

Abby made like she was holding a baby, "A-An-A"

"Angel?"

Abby stared in Sam's eyes looking for the answer. "Honey, Angel passed away a long time ago. She was a beautiful little girl and you were a wonderful mother. Heaven just called her home too soon."

Tears fell down Abby's cheeks.

"Years after Angel passed away, we met. We got married and had Nate. You've been an amazing mother to Nate. Would you like to see him?"

Abby looked at Sam with sorrowful eyes.

"I'll have someone bring Nate up and if he's too much energy for us to handle, they can take him back home."

Abby nodded.

"I'll be right here beside you," Sam held her hand. "Some pieces are going to take longer to fall into place than others. I'll go my best to help you. So will the rest of our group."

Abby laid her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes.

"Are you up to seeing Tasha? She's waited all night in the waiting room to see you."

Abby looked panicked.

"Tasha is safe, too. She's with us. She's safe." Abby calmed down a little. When Tasha came into the room, Abby's face lit up when she gave her a hug. Then, Abby started to roll up Tasha's sleeves and looking under her shirt for bruises.

"I'm safe, Abby," Tasha tried to convince her. "I'm safe, just like you."

Abby settled down. She was tired.

"Can someone bring Nate up here for a quick visit?" Sam asked Tasha. "I don't know how long she'll be able to handle his energy but I think she'd like to see him."

"I'll go arrange it," Tasha waved as she walked out. "It's so nice to see her up and talking."

Sam gave her a smile.

Missouri was happy to bring Nate up to the hospital. "He slept like an angel," she told Bobby.

"Good. We want him in a good mood when he sees his Mommy," Bobby took Nate and Nate reached for his cap. "Oh, no, little buddy. You already claimed one of my caps as yours. I need this one."

Nate gave him a look.

"Don't even give me those eyes. You got them from your father. Let's go see Mommy."

Nate was gurgling on the way down the hallway.

"Is now a good time?" Bobby popped his head in the room and asked Sam.

"Sure. Anytime is a great time to see Nate." Sam turned to Abby, "See, honey, that's Bobby bringing us Nate."

"A-An-"

"We talked about Angel, honey, remember?" Sam held one of her hands to his face. "Angel was years before I met you. This is our son, Nate."

"Come here," Sam grabbed Nate and Nate moved his arms like he was going to lift off. "I think he's happy to see you," Sam smiled at Abby. She was watching Nate but not sure what to do around him. Nate reached for Abby and she made no move to take him.

"Here, Nate. Here's your Mommy," Sam placed Nate on Abby and the baby just curled up on her like he could go to sleep.

"See, he knows you, Abby."

Abby looked at Sam with wide eyes.

"It's okay to hold him, Abby. He just wants to be close to you."

Abby hesitantly put her arms around Nate. She leaned forward and kissed his head. She rested her cheek against his fuzzy hair and closed her eyes.

Bobby let out a breath he'd been holding. He'd been afraid that Abby would reject Nate because she remembered Angel.

Sam looked at Bobby with tears in his eyes. Bobby just nodded, like he never expected it to go any different.

"N-N"

"That's right, Nate," Sam said. "He's in his favorite place."

Abby smiled and went back to cuddling Nate.

After Nate had tired of cuddling, he reached up one hand to touch his mom's face and give her his biggest toothless grin. Abby's face lit up. Nate played with Abby by babbling to her and patting her face. Abby kept running her fingers through his fine hair and started to hum to him.

Sam noticed as Abby's enthusiasm wavered and saw that she was getting tired.

"I think it's time for Nate to amuse his fan club that's in the waiting room." Sam said, "Say goodbye to Mommy, Nate."

Nate waved his pudgy hand and Abby gave him one last squeeze before she let him go.

"We'll be right down the hall," Bobby told them as he took Nate. "Is Abby up to seeing Tasha?"

"Sure, but just for a little bit," Sam replied.

Tasha walked in and Abby said, "T-T"

"Yeah, Abby, that's me. Remember the wedding that you helped me plan? Bobby and I got married not too long ago."

"D-Da-D" Abby tried to get the word out.

"Your dad isn't hurting Tasha, either," Sam took Abby's hand. "Tasha is safe. She lives at our house."

"We're happy, safe and far from anyone who would want to hurt us. Just like we used to talk about and dream about. Remember when we'd play dolls and pretend we were someplace far away with our prince? Well, we found them. Our castle is a scrap yard and it is filled with people who love us. It's more than we could have ever imagined."

Abby smiled and laid back on her pillow.

"Tasha, could you sit here so I can get something to eat? Abby might fall asleep but just stay until I return?"

"Sure. It will just be sister time."

Abby smiled with her eyes closed.

Sam kissed her forehead, "I'll be back soon, baby."

Sam went and looked in the waiting room. "I'm going to get something to eat. Tasha is sitting with Abby."

"I'll come with you," Dean stood up and stretched. "I needed to move anyway."

"Anyone else need anything?" Sam asked.

"We're good, honey," Missouri replied. "How are you?"

"Great. Tired, but great. Today is so much better than yesterday."

"I'm happy to hear that Sam," Missouri smiled.

Dean and Sam walked down to the cafeteria.

"Joshua and Jefferson came up, too?"

"Of course. Did you think they wouldn't?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged.

"Someone brought up a change of clothes," Dean told him. "Remind me to grab it when we get back."

After they sat down with their trays, Dean asked, "So, how is Abby doing?"

"She goes back to her past quite a bit. She remembers Angel but I don't know if she remembers Nate. If I just talk to her I think she knows who I am. She stutters on the first letter of what she wants to say. I don't know if that's permanent. I'm just glad that she's still in there. We can work on the rest."

"Missouri is in heaven having Nate to spoil. I've never seen her so happy. She hasn't even threatened to whap me with a spoon in at least three days."

"Wow. That has to be a record, Dean."

"Not a small accomplishment when you consider that she can hear what I'm thinking."

"I meant to ask you, what was it like to have Missouri in your mind?" Sam asked.

"I didn't really know she was in there. I just fell asleep and woke up. She had the information I needed when I woke up. She didn't seem too upset, so she must not have seen anything too dark that I have hidden in there."

"Missouri would have run out of the room screaming and refused to go back in and help a pervert," Sam smiled.

"I'm not a pervert," Dean defended himself. "I just have a few unique likes and kinks."

"Whoa, there, Dean. Whatever kinks you have are Kylee's business, not mine. I don't want to know."

Dean laughed. "Oh, Sammy. Still so innocent, even after a year of marriage."

Sam turned red and found the food on his place intensely interesting all of a sudden.

"Sometimes ya gotta add a little spice in the bedroom. Nothing wrong with that."

Sam glanced up and Dean and went back to his plate.

"I'm just hoping to be able to sleep by Abby," Sam's voice was soft. "I want to be able to hold her without her waking up scared."

"You'll be able to, Sammy. It's going to take time and patience, but you'll be able to. Remember that the rest of us are here if you need us. You've temporarily lost the closest relationship that you have. Let the rest of us help you pull through."

"Dean, you'd be the first person I'd talk to about anything since I don't have Abby to confide in right now. If there is something that I need, I'll tell you. You've always had my best interests at heart, even if you do like to embarass and torment me at times."

"It's just too easy," Dean laughed.

Sam just shook his head.