A/N: Sorry for the delay… I wanted to work on this sooner, but I was hit by a car so that kinda delayed the process by a couple of days :S Hope you enjoy!

We Keep Running From The Pain:

I awoke with a start, clinging tightly to the logo silk-screened onto the front of my t-shirt. Feeling completely disoriented I sat up, hyperventilating as I tried to take in my surroundings. The bed I was on felt comfortable enough, but I couldn't for the life of me put my finger on where the room I found myself currently might be, but I knew I didn't feel any apprehension at all for some reason.

"Hey there Sleeping Beauty," a voice quietly greeted me from the doorway.

I gasped with surprise as he caressed my face saying, "Hey, hey, I'm here… I'm here Lay."

He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his side as he started to stroke my arm, almost frantically, and I felt him sigh heavily then grit his teeth together.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Lay? What is it? What do you need?"

I pushed up off his chest with my left arm so that I could look him in the eye and said, "Dean I'm okay… I mean I'm feeling much better… I was just feeling slightly disoriented… Umm… So… Who was that naked guy that was in the room last night?"

Dean chuckled softly and took one of my hands in his and laced our fingers together replying, "He was an Angel… More specifically… He was a Cherub… But…"

"Cupid? That was Cupid?" I interrupted in disbelief.

He nodded smiling somewhat sadly. I pushed myself up onto my knees to place a soft kiss on his lips before draping my legs over his lap and hugging his side.

"And you guys know what did that to me? And you've cured me?" I asked as I pulled out his St. Hubert medallion and ran my thumb over it lovingly.

"Seems like it… On both counts…"

"So, what was it? What was wrong with me Dean?"

"Lay…" He started slowly as he squirmed slightly.

I ran my hand over his chest and started rubbing circles on it asserting, "Please Dean? I'm okay… Really… Please? Just tell me what it was."

"Lay? What do you remember about what happened to you?"

I sat back again and Dean's fingers briefly got caught in the ends of my hair while I sat back on the bed. As I crossed my legs, I folded my hands in my lap and sat up a little bit straighter.

"I… I remember wanting… Wanting to get back here as soon as possible just to see you… You know after I was discharged from the hospital. Then I saw you and… And I just couldn't wait to touch you… Then we kissed and I remember dragging you outside to the truck… But that's when things start to get a little hazy," I explained with my eyebrows knitted in a thought-filled scowl while I tried to evoke any memories from that period in time.

He placed his hands over mine and recounted, "After you and I… What did you call it before? 'Reconnected'…" He paused when I started to blush uncontrollably and refused to make eye contact with him. He then squeezed my hands, so I nodded and looked up into his compassion-filled eyes. "After… That… Well you got really sick. You ran a really high fever… Had the shakes… Had panic attacks…"

"Unless we were together," I finished with a tone of recognition. "Unless we were touching… I was terrified that you didn't need to be with me like I needed to be with you… That maybe you got used to life without me… That you were just humoring me once I got to Bobby's…"

"Lay… I thought we already cleared all of that up… You know… After… After that night at 'Stubby's'?"

I smiled sadly, bit my lip then replied, "We did… But Dean… That's what I remember feeling. I know that it's totally irrational, so it just begs the question… Why? Why would I think that when I KNOW it's not true?"

Dean had a strange smile on his face, but he didn't make a move to answer the question that I had posed. I then picked up his left hand to kiss his wedding ring and added, "Dean… Really… I'm back… I'm back to being me, Addy Jones: Monster Hunter. I promise, I can handle it, honest. Please? Pretty please? I just really need to know what happened."

I braided the fingers of my left hand with those of his left hand and kissed his wedding band again without breaking our eye contact.

"You're sure?" He questioned again as I nodded and maintained a comfortable stare. "Okay…" He agreed as he unlatched his hand from mine then he held my hand to his heart explaining, "You and I… We… Apparently we share the same brand… On our… Umm… Our hearts."

I laughed nervously and burned bright pink under my spreading blush. Dean's eyes narrowed as he somewhat pointedly observed, "But you already knew that." I nodded slightly, but didn't speak for fear that I would start crying and Dean would then decide to put off telling me the whole truth behind what happened. "Well… That turned out to be the key to everything…"

"How?" I hoarsely asked before swallowing apprehensively.

"Your behavior… It reminded Sam of some of Famine's victims, so Bobby told him about everything you had disclosed to him before you left. Then they summoned Cupid and he confirmed all of their suspicions." The more Dean explained the truth to me, the more he sounded withdrawn and distant. I started to feel increasingly guilty, but managed to hold back any tears or sobs, so that he would keep talking. "The whole explanation is kind of convoluted, but the long and the short is that whatever Raphael did with his grace to make the baby grow faster also had an effect on the sigil on your heart. We don't know if he knew that it would or not, but my money's on him not caring."

"Okay… But why did it happen now? I've been away for over a month… Why didn't it happen then?"

Dean smiled a bit easier then replied, "We wondered that too and Cupid said it was because you weren't totally apart from me…"

"So that WAS the Impala I heard!" I interrupted accusatorily.

"What? No not that Lay… I mean not like that… He said that since you were carrying our child, you were actually carrying a part of me with you while we were apart. Then after you had the baby… That's when you started to feel the full effects."

"Oh… Yeah that makes sense… So… Is… Is the Cherub okay? Did he have to use his grace to reverse the effects?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject as my tears started to surface.

"Don't worry about that, he's fine. Apparently they can erase the markings from anyone's heart without harming the owner or themselves."

My eyes shot up to his face as I snatched my hands away from him. This caused us to lose any physical contact for the first time since Dean joined me in the room, but my shock kept me from noticing that.

"Oh… So… Oh… Okay… He fixed everything," I mumbled as I started to get up off the bed.

Dean reached over and halted my motion by grabbing my arm. I looked over my shoulder at him and shook my head silently pleading for him not to actually tell me that he had the Angel remove our marks. He didn't hesitate before he pulled me back onto the bed and cradled me in his lap. As soon as I started to struggle out of his hold, Dean lowered his lips to mine and terminated any of my objections with his kisses.

When he finally relented to take a breath, I pushed back gently against his shoulders softly protesting, "Dean… It's…"

"He didn't remove them… He just fixed yours," Dean whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.

I held onto his neck after he sat back and asked, "You mean that you could have… But you didn't…?"

Dean kissed me again then shrugged nonchalantly answering, "Hey, if God thinks we should be together, then who am I to argue?"

"You're siding with God again?" I teased weakly through my tears.

He hugged me closely then said, "Well He put us together, which gave us Toby… So He can't be a total douche, right?"

"Right." I remained on his lap with my legs crossed behind his back with my cheek on his shoulder until I whispered, "I'm sorry. I should have told you…" Before he could speak, I moved back onto his thighs and looked up at him and continued, "But… I just couldn't find… I didn't know how to tell you."

Dean spread his legs slightly so that I could sit on the bed between them. He then held my face and ran his thumb over my lips, but stayed silent.

"I shouldn't have held back any important information, Dean," I continued as I rolled my cheek out of his hold. "That's… That's not what a good hunter does. No matter what… No matter how painful the information might be… A good hunter doesn't hold anything back."

Dean cupped my chin in his hand and turned my face so that I was looking up at him as he asked, "Lay? What are you talking about?"

"That's what he always said… Full disclosure is the only way to make sure that no one gets hurt… To make sure that the job is done properly."

"He…? He who?"

"Sydney," I replied staring at my hands as they played with the hem of my t-shirt.

"Lay, don't… Don't do that to yourself. Don't let his negativity get to you like that. Syd's gone… He's…"

"In Hell," I interrupted just barely over a whisper.

Dean wrapped his hands around my waist and placed them on the small of my back to try to pull me close asserting, "Don't say that. I'm sure that he's…"

"No, Dean he is," I cut in as I stood up off the bed. Dean watched me with a wary eye and sat back against the headboard. "There's something else that I didn't tell you."

He made himself more comfortable while I paced trying to find the words. "Take your time Lay. When you're ready, I'm here… I'm listening."

"When I was… Umm… There… I broke and I was going to step off the rack, but then I woke up and I was in the B&B with Raphael," I explained as I continued to nervously pace.

Dean kept his eyes trained on his hands as he said, "Not really one to judge that decision."

I stopped and turned to him apologetically adding, "Oh shit! Dean I wasn't… I didn't mean… Fuck! That wasn't what I was trying to tell you… The fact that I wanted to step off the rack isn't important… Umm… Who and how he got me to that point is what I want… What I need you to know."

I sat down on the bed beside him and we both shifted onto a hip so that we could more easily look at each other. I stared down at his left hand and choked on my own breath when I thought of the significance that band held for both of us.

"How who got you there?" Dean asked with a sad, rough tone.

For some reason we kept from touching while I tried to tell him everything. I knew that I had to get through this explanation, so I kept my hands to myself despite my desire to cling to him again.

"First things first… Umm… Do you remember that demon that… Umm… You know… Took me… Back before your meeting with Death?" I started twisting my left wrist in my right hand unconsciously.

"Yeah Pacer or whatever his name was?"

I nodded then continued, "Yeah that's him… Well Crowley told me that he was Alastair's replacement in Hell…"

"Lay…"" Dean interrupted forlornly, grabbing my hands gently.

"Yeah… Well he only came up because of the rumors about Meg… But that's just the background…" I paused and took a deep breath while staring at our hands. "So apparently the way it works is that there's always someone in Hell that works at breaking souls… You had Alastair, Pacer was his replacement and… And…" Dean pulled me onto his lap as I started to breakdown, but I managed to keep from crying. I had made a vow a long time ago that I wouldn't shed any tears for Sydney and I still wouldn't break that promise to myself. "And Sydney took over for Pacer." I finished quietly while I held his St. Hubert medallion and stared at it intently.

"Oh my God… Really?" He replied stilling my hand that was playing with his pendant. "So it was Sydney that… That… Tortured you?"

I nodded then added," Yeah… And… Umm… That's not all…"

Dean reached up and started combing his fingers through my hair to soothe me gently asserting, "It's okay. You don't HAVE to tell me everything right now."

"No Dean, I'm good and you should know this… So… Alright… Uhh… You obviously know that Sydney wasn't overjoyed about my pregnancy…" I had to stop because the vivid image of Sydney snapping Toby's neck flashed in my mind's eye.

"Lay," Dean sighed as he pulled my head to his shoulder. "I think I get the picture. You really don't have to explain any further."

I took in a few deep, calming breaths then extracted myself from Dean's hold. "Yes, yes I do… If I don't get this out now, I might not be able to ever."

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed and let me start pacing again. "Okay… Okay… But just take your time, alright?"

After another deep breath, I took a step back, squared my shoulders then said, "He used Toby to get to me. I lost count of all the different ways that he brutalized my body to kill him in my womb and when that didn't work, he… He… He killed him a million different ways at the age he is now."

Dean stared at me in stunned silence as I continued to narrate, "Then he would tell me every day that if I didn't do what he wanted that he would come topside to kill Toby… For real… That's when I decided that I had to do anything… And I mean ANYTHING to get out of Hell. I was going to take over for Syd and become Crowley's got to torturer… Or become a demon… Whatever I had to so that I could see Toby again in the flesh."

I took a couple more steps back until my back hit the wall. We avoided making eye contact and I finally allowed some of my tears of guilt to fall. Dean suddenly stood up and walked over in my direction until he was towering over me. I tried to shrink back, but Dean placed a strong hand on my upper back and another on my neck to keep me in my place and straightened my position.

He leaned in and kissed me, not yielding until I kissed him back. "Lay… It was Hell… You can't blame yourself for what you wanted to do to escape it… Plus… You didn't actually step off the rack, you only wanted to so you have nothing to feel guilty about… Understand?"

"That's only because Raphael pulled me out before I had the chance to," I tearfully reasoned.

"And now you're out and that's ALL that matters," he continued before kissing me again.

He pinned me against the wall so that I couldn't even attempt to get away. I felt nothing but relief after telling Dean everything that I had been keeping from him all of these months, so I just gave in. I slowly raised my leg up his thigh until it started to encircle his waist. Dean placed a firm grip on my buttocks to lift me off the ground so that my legs could properly wrap around his midsection.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he told me over and over as he nibbled at my neck.

Tears of relief overtook me, so Dean backed off with his embraces and carried me over to the bed. He made us as comfortable as he could so that he could allow me to cry. He encouraged me to let it all out and gently pet my hair and kissed my forehead while I did.

A knock at the door startled us and we froze in our place. I kept my face pressed to his chest as I tried to catch my breath while the door slowly opened.

"Hey… Sorry to interrupt," Sam said in a loud whisper. "Bobby wanted me to check to see if Addy had come to yet so that he could get some food into her."

I sat up and swiped my arm across my nose then choked out, "Yeah, I think I forgot to eat yesterday, didn't I?"

The two Winchesters exchanged uneasy looks so I dug my nails into the tender flesh near Dean's left elbow to ensure that I had his full attention. "How long was I out?" I asked in a low, infuriated tone.

When Dean just looked over at Sam to have one of their patented 'silent conversations', I squeezed Dean's flesh slightly… Just enough that my nails threatened to break the sensitive skin that they were holding onto.

Dean hissed in a breath, trying not to show how much it really hurt then answered through clenched teeth, "Three days."

I instantly released his arm and turned my attention to Sam. Dean vigorously rubbed the skin of his arm in an attempt to rid his flesh of the small crescent moon marks as Sam sadly nodded in agreement.

This time when my hand grabbed for Dean it was only to keep myself from wavering too much. "Three days? I haven't eaten anything in three days?"

Dean took my hand in his with a worried eyes (he still thought that I was out to draw blood) then replied, "Yeah, you haven't, but Cupid told us that you needed to rest after everything your body had been through."

I smiled despite myself then humorously commented, "Damn… So this gnawing sensation in my stomach wasn't guilt? It was just hunger?"

The boys chuckled softly then Dean replied, "Maybe… But why don't we get some food into you so that we can find out?"

As I finished my second bacon cheeseburger and eagerly drained my third bottle of beer, the three men in the room watched with a nearly terrified look on each of their faces. I swallowed the last bit of liquid from that bottle and reached for my fourth. While I was popping the cap off, I finally looked up at all of them.

After a quiet burp, I sheepishly said, "Sorry guys, but seventy two hours with no food and nearly three months of being dry, can you blame a girl?"

They all issued an uncomfortable laugh then Dean said, "Well maybe not, but you might want to take a breath between burgers there Lay."

I swallowed the liquid that was in my mouth and playfully glared at Dean, but directed my commentary at Bobby, "So this 'Mother of All'? Where are we with her?"

Sam snickered as Bobby stepped forward answering earnestly, "We don't have much, but we're still working on it Koala Bear."

"Okay… Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked as I pushed back from the table.

Dean sat beside me and took my hand in his to comfort me the best he could, or himself… Or both of us. Sam had an uncomfortable smile on his face as he tried to deflect attention, but Bobby… Bobby was able to continue without hesitation or uncertainty.

"Well we've pretty much tapped my library here Addy, but Sam thinks that maybe he has a lead on another resource… Any chance that Vicki stashed away anything that we don't know about or haven't read yet?"

I took another swig of my beer then thoughtfully replied, "Hmm… I think she put some of the old Wallace family journals away along with a select few book that I haven't had the heart to extract from the cellar."

Dean and Sam offered me a confused look while mumbling, "Wallace?"

Their reaction elicited an abnormally loud laugh with a snort from me before I said, "Yeah… Wallace… Now keep in mind that is was my Mum that was the hunter… Like yours…" I quirked an eyebrow and they both visibly backed off to mull that information over. " So… Yeah… I might have something of interest at home because there are probably some books and other stuff from the old country there."

Bobby smirked because he fully understood what I meant, but the Winchesters still seemed to be confused by this new information.

"WALLACE," Bobby repeated slowly. They both shrugged and frowned slightly as their response to the older hunter's prompt.

I chuckled and added, "Like William Wallace…"

Dean's eyes grew wide with excitement as he clarified, "You mean like 'Braveheart'?"

Bobby rolled his eyes as he cleared the table and I laughed heartedly and said, "Yes Dean, that William Wallace. He's my Great Great Great Something or another… Either way, he's an ancestor, so Mum had some heirlooms passed down to her." They all stared at me in a shocked silence, so I added, "What? I was never allowed to touch any of it as a kid and when I was old enough to be trusted with some of it, Mum just passed on her Grandparents' and parents' stuff… Then I had Toby and I really haven't been there much since then to have a chance to properly go through it all."

Bobby kissed the top of my head and replied, "Well at least we have one completely untapped resource. Sam… Why don't you and I go figure out the best route to the Campbell compound?"

Sam hesitated for a moment then followed Bobby out of the kitchen calling out, "Sure Bobby, sounds like a good plan."

I laughed then said, "Why do they keep ditching us like that?"

"Wish I knew Lay," Dean replied with a soft chuckle. "So… Will you need a hand at the house while going through the boxes in the cellar?"

I shook my head before answering, "If my memory serves right, there are only two maybe three boxes tops. Sam and Bobby will probably need your help weeding through the Campbell library more than I will with lifting boxes into a car."

"You think so?" He asked sounding thoroughly confused.

"From what I've… Umm… Heard, it's a pretty big collection because they weren't ones to share. Mum used to routinely send out some of her texts to other hunters to help them and never really paid attention if they never sent them back… But the Campbells… Well they wouldn't even let non-family members touch their collection."

"So how do you know so much about this elusive collection then?" Dean inquired skeptically.

"Umm… Well… Mark kind of bragged about it… He uhh… He let me see it from a distance once to umm… You know? Uhh to impress me and umm… Yeah…"

I was too embarrassed to make eye contact with Dean while I recounted that information to him. He gently squeezed my hands that were lying folded in my lap then cautiously asked, "Lay…?"

"I… I didn't know you were related to them… If… If I had of known then I probably… I mean I wouldn't have… Because you're related and all…" I awkwardly explained, still avoiding eye contact.

"Oh…? OH!" He quietly exclaimed. "Lay… We weren't together then, so you don't… You really don't have to apologize for that."

"Alright… Yeah, I know… But still… I am… Anyway… Like I said, it's a pretty impressive collection so you go with them. I'll just grab the boxes and bring them back here and we can go through them together, okay?"

He turned my chin up to face him and kissed me softly. "Okay… So long as you promise to say 'Hi' to Toby for me."

"Of course I will Dean, of course I will," I replied while being pulled into a warm hug.

Bobby allowed me to borrow one of his cars for the drive back to Kidder. I still hadn't mustered up the courage to tell any of them about how Sydney had tainted any good memories that I had had with the GTO my Poppy had gifted to me, so it took more than a little verbal maneuvering to convince them not to just drop me off so that I could drive it back. By the time I pulled up to my house, it was only early afternoon, so I decided to pack the boxes into the car before going over to the Connors' because I figured that Toby would still be at school so I might as well wait to visit.

After the boxes were secured in the trunk, I packed up Poppy's duffle bag with my usual arsenal and proper wardrobe for hunting before finally heading towards the Connors'. Their driveway was vacant, so I pulled in then check to make sure that there were no prying eyes before hurrying to their back door.

"Adelaide! Darling! It's so good to see you!" Maureen happily exclaimed as she pulled me into a very enthusiastic, tight hug. She then held my shoulders and pushed me back saying, "Now, let me take a good look at you."

I smiled sheepishly and turned in a full circle then she solemnly commented, "You are as beautiful as ever Adelaide, but… How are you doing? Since… Since everything that happened, how have you been?"

I took her hands in mine answering, "I'm doing really well Maureen, I promise. Everything went according to plan… Actually in the end they went better than I had planned." I pulled her close again then continued, "I'm fine Maureen, please don't worry, okay?"

She looked at me skeptically replying, "Darling I'm very glad to hear that, but I know there's something that you aren't telling me… However, that being said, I'm not going to push… Hard… When you're ready…"

I sat down with her at the kitchen table then I took a deep breath before explaining, "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" She patted my hands softly answering, "No you can't." "Well… There was one small complication because of what Raphael did with his grace, but it only affected me, the baby was perfectly healthy. He or she is safe with their parents right now and then Bobby and the guys figured out everything that was happening to me and now I'm totally… Well pretty much back to normal…Well as normal as I can get."

She held my hands then replied, "Adelaide… I'm so sorry to hear that you had some issues, but I know you were in good hands… Although if you ever want to talk about the details, I'm here Darling."

"Those are two things in my life that I have never doubted, but everything is fine now… No reason to have you worry about it," I countered with a warm smile. I stole a glance at the clock on the stove then inquired, "Speaking of… Where's that over-protective son of ours? Shouldn't he have gotten home from school by now?"

"Oh, no you're right Adelaide, normally he would be home by now, but Tobias didn't go to school today. He came down with a pretty nasty cold, so he's been stuck in bed for the last couple of days. And before you start to worry, he double and triple checked, it is just a cold, nothing else. It's been passed to half of the students in his class."

"Oh geez… Really? I knew that I should have called sooner…"

Before I could say anything else, Maureen was coaxing me to stand saying, "No you shouldn't have. You had to take care of everything with yourself first. Now, Tobias will be so excited to see you, so why don't you head on in and see him?"

"Alright, if you insist Maureen," I conceded then placed a kiss on her cheek.

I stood in Toby's doorway and watched him sleep with his face towards the wall for a few minutes. I moved across his room silently and sat on his bed while he continued to snore loudly through his mouth. Before sitting down on the bed, I pulled his comforter up over his bare shoulders then made myself comfortable beside him.

He rolled over to look at me, so I gently petted the back of his head to try to offer him some measure of comfort. "Hey Addy… You're home?"

"Just for a short visit to get supplies… Then I wanted to check on you when your Mom told me that you were feeling under the weather," I answered in a quiet, soothing tone.

"I've really missed you Mum," he sleepily said as he shifted over to put his head in my lap.

As he moved and talked, Toby started having a coughing fit, so I just rubbed his bare back to try to help him calm down his breathing. After he had somewhat caught his breath, I plucked a can of flat Ginger Ale from this side table and placed the straw to his lips. He took a couple of small sips then hoarsely whispered, "Thanks Mum."

"Hey Buddy? Do you think that you can roll over onto your back for me?" I leaned over and questioned softly into his ear.

Toby tried to nod, but that started another coughing fit, so he just rolled onto his back. He had his eyes squeezed shut with his hands covering his mouth, so he jumped a little with surprise when I touched his chest with cold Vick's VapoRub.

"Thanks Mum," he mumbled again.

I continued rubbing in the milky white salve as he tried taking in a few deep breaths. When I was done, I leaned down and kissed his forehead. Before I could start to get off the bed to let him sleep, Toby rolled onto his stomach again and his head hit my thigh a bit harder than I think he meant to. Thankfully he was so out of it that he didn't seem to notice at all.

"Careful Buddy," I commented with a chuckle as I resumed softly petting his head.

He was somewhat sound asleep as soon as his head hit my lap, so I listened to his snoring for a while before carefully extracting myself from his bed. I moved his pillow so his head was propped up and pulled his comforter over his shoulders and tucked it into his sides. I kissed his forehead again and only left because he had a faint smile on his face as he continued to sleep.

On my way back to the kitchen, I overheard Maureen speaking to someone. I hoped that that meant Bill was home because it felt like it had been forever and a day since I had seen him in person. As I got closer, I realized that I was only hearing one side of the conversation, so I could only assume that she was on the phone.

"…she's in with him now. He should be over the worst of it soon, so please don't worry too much Sweetheart," she was saying as I entered the room. "Oh… And her ears must have been burning because she just stepped into the kitchen."

Maureen held out the phone and after I claimed it with an uncertain look on my face. Once it was in my hands, she picked up a bowl of soup whispering, "Hopefully he'll be able to eat something now. I'll give you a moment alone."

Before I could respond, she had turned and walked out of the room. I placed the phone to my ear and hesitantly questioned, "Hello?"

"Hey Lay…"

"Dean! Oh hey! How'd it go at the Ye Old Campbell Compound?" I as with more enthusiasm now that I know with whom I was speaking.

"Well you were right; the collection IS pretty impressive… And we were able to find a lead, but I'll tell you all about it when I see you back at Bobby's. But more importantly, how's Toby doing? Is it bad?"

I laughed quietly then replied, "He's gross, phlegmy, sweaty and snores like a bulldog when he's sleeping. Seriously, boys are pretty disgusting, how did we ever make one?"

This elicited a pretty loud laugh from Dean so I continued more seriously, "He's not quite over the worst of it yet, but he should be soon."

"Oh really? How do you know?"

"Well he's still sleeping without a shirt on because he's sweating so much, he didn't bombard me with a million and one questions when he saw me and he takes direction without any commentary… All classic signs that Toby is still super sick," I explained somewhat jovially.

"Oh… So he has telltale signs? I… I… I didn't know," he answered sounding somewhat overwhelmed.

"Yeah he… Oh shit… Dean, I'm sorry, I keep… I forget… But yeah he does… He has since he was seven. Fuck, I'm sorry I thought you would have… I'm sorry."

"Lay, it's alright. Really. So… We're going to be stuck here for a bit longer because we're only half-way there, but… You know… Kidder's on the way back to… To Bobby's so…"

Dean started to trail off so I took the opportunity to jump in saying, "I'll be here for a few more days and I know that he would love to see you. So I know it would more than appreciated when you guys stop on your way through."

"Okay good. I guess we'll see you then Lay."