"What's wrong, pumpkin?" Kylee picked Nate off Dean's chest when he started to fuss. "You missing your mommy?"

Kylee saw the time and figured that Nate was probably hungry, so she made a bottle and rocked him back and forth as she fed him. Nate had one hand on the bottle, like he was afraid that she would swipe it away and looked at Kylee with big eyes. He was studying her like she was something new that he'd just found.

"He thinks you rule the world because you got him a bottle," Dean's voice startled Kylee as he sat down behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Of course I rule the world," Kylee replied mattter-of-factly. "I've always ruled yours."

"I wouldn't have married you if you didn't," Dean kissed her neck. "Let me feed him the rest of the bottle."

"Are you criticizing how I'm feeding him?"

"Nope. I just want to," Dean took Nate from Kylee. "I feel the need for some male bonding."

"As long as you remember who the adult is," Kylee warned. "Think you'll be putting him in his cradle tonight?"

"No chance. I'm working the uncle angle for all it's worth."

"As long as you both get some sleep. We do need to open the garage in the morning."

"I know," Dean kissed Kylee. "I'll be there."

"Goodnight," Kylee laid down on the bed and watched Dean with Nate. The more she saw, the more reasons she could think of to love her husband.

Missouri was up early in the morning, singing to herself as she made breakfast. It was a relief to have Abby home and not be splitting their time between home and the hospital.

Sam helped Abby with her exercises and then got her ready for her day. They went out to the kitchen and had something to eat before Sam drove Abby to the hospital for Speech Therapy.

At the hospital, Sam went in with Abby to hear what the therapist said. They thought that Abby still had the ability to speak, she just had a mental block in the way.

On the way home, Abby fell asleep. Just going to Speech Therapy had already made it a long day. Abby woke up enough to get inside when they stopped in the driveway, but then she was sound asleep in bed.

"How did the therapy go?" Bobby asked from his recliner.

"They think Abby can talk, there's just some kind of mental block in the way," Sam answered. "I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."

"The brain is a mysterious organ, Sam. I don't think any of the doctors know exactly how and why it works the way it does. Just give Abby time. She'll probably surprise us all."

Missouri's laugh carried into the living room from Nate's room.

"She's been playing with that baby all day," Bobby shook his head. "Doesn't give the rest of us any chance to spoil him."

"You'll get more than your fair share of Nate time when Missouri is gone," Sam chuckled. "I think I'll go see what they're up to."

Missouri sat on the floor with Nate, his toys in a pile in front of them. Nate would pick one out of the pile and Missouri would move it and make funny noises. Nate was laughing his big belly laugh, which made Missouri laugh, which made Nate laugh harder. It was quite the game.

"Is he wearing you out yet?" Sam asked from the doorway.

"Goodness," Missouri was out of breath. "Nate sure keeps me young. Laughter cures aging, did you know that?"

"No, I hadn't heard that one," Sam smiled and sat down by them. He rubbed his son's hair and laughed at the grin Nate gave him.

"What can you tell me about Nate's gift?" Sam spoke softly so no one else could hear. "It's been worrying me lately and I just didn't have a chance to ask you with Abby being sick and all."

"I was waiting to talk to you," Missouri replied. "I knew we were going to have to have this conversation earlier than I thought. That night that the demon came, Nate was terrified. I think the demon brought evil spirits with him and they were in the house. Their target was Nate and he saw them. I don't know what they wanted, but they sure scared the little one. It wasn't like when he usually sees spirits and he will reach toward them and smile. He was cringing, screaming, absolutely terrified."

"I was so busy watching for the demon . . . I never guessed . . . Is Nate okay?"

"Little kids bounce back quick, Sam. Their resilience is what keeps them inquiring about and exploring the world they live in. There is no way to explain to a baby what they are seeing. Once he is talking, we'll try to explain to him what he is seeing. You'll need to make him feel that he's normal and his gift is accepted in this household. He'll need to talk about what he sees as he gets older and feel that he is understood."

"I can sympathize with having visions," Sam said.

"I know you can, Sam. Nate is lucky to have been born to you and your family here. He will belong and be cherished for who he is instead of being criticized for it."

Sam just smiled at Missouri and let it all sink in.