The crunch of lettuce, the happy contended grunt of pleasure and the sound of the licking of fingers, filled the kitchen.

"Mmmm... This is the best sandwich ever!" Dean licked the mayo off his fingers and he chewed around a huge bite.

Mary turned from the sink the yellow gloves dripping suds and water to see Dean sitting at the table eating the sandwich. "Thank you." She turned back to the water and placed a plate in the rack, puzzled at her son's odd behavior.

"I tried to get a hold of Sam early," Dean paused to take a sip of beer and washed the food down. "Wh..where is he?"

"Oh he'll be here soon." Mary took off the yellow gloves and placed them in the rack as she turned to look at Dean. "He'll be here soon."

"Good, dying to see him." Dean popped the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and sighed and leaned back in his chair.

Mary walked to the table and slowly sat down in the chair across from her son. "Sweetie..I..I. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled you are ..hanging out here...all of a sudden." She leaned over and quickly ran her hand over his chin. "But, uh, shouldn't you be at work?"

"Work?" Dean looked up from his empty plate, a puzzled look on his face as he struggled to remember what it was that he did. Then, like the flood gates had burst open, he smiled. "Oh, yeah the garage. I...uh..no..I took the day off." He slid back his chair and took the plate over to the sink. He looked through the small window that overlooked the front yard. "The lawn looks like it could use some mowing."

Mary turned in her seat to look at her son again and chuckled. 'You want to mow the lawn?"

"Sure, I was going to have Sam do it when he gets in, but..uh..knock yourself out. You'd think you'd never mowed a lawn in your life." She walked over to where Dean was standing and kissed the top of his forehead. She pulled back and smiled, a twinkle in her blue eyes. She placed a hand on his jaw. "I like this new you. Let's hope it sticks."

Dean looked at the red lawn mower that had been placed next to the garage and he scratched his head. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on his hips. Now what? It's not like he could go in there and ask his mom, because she was already looking at him pretty strangly as it was.

He put his hand on the handle of the lawn mower and that's when he noticed the handle. Feeling like a jack ass, Dean pulled the lever and the mower started up with a chug. He won this round.

He pushed it over to the grass and started to mow, not really accurate with his mission, but it was getting the job done. After 10 minutes, he sat down on the porch, a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. He watched as the neighbors went about their daily lives and he even waved at a guy putting trash in his cans by the curb. The man looked at Dean weirdly and then slowly raised his hand up into a surprised wave.

He saw a flash and he turned towards the street to see a dark blue jeep Wrangler come into view and slow down next to the curb. He saw a mass of chestnut hair and a small frame hopped out of the lifted frame.

Long tan legs, short white skirt and a blue blouse, just the view Dean wanted his afternoon. She had a big box in her hand and she walked along the sidewalk, not even aware of his presence. He took his time to alert her and took a slow sip of his beer. She had stopped when she noticed the black Impala parked behind his mom's red four door sedan.

"You can look, just don't touch."

She let out a small scream and the white box teetered in her hand, almost falling to the ground. She slid her other hand on top and turned to face the voice that came from the steps. "You could have warned me?"

Dean chuckled and got up from the step and walked to her. "Need help with that?" He offered his hand and Lana slid the box into his hands as she eyed him suspiciously.

"You live here?"

"My mom does."

Lana heard the creak of the screen door and she smiled as Mary walked into the porch, her light green sweater wrapped around her small frame. "Mrs. Winchester! Happy birthday!"

Dean sighed as he followed Lana up the steps. Now he felt like a real jack ass, it was his mother's birthday. Mary smiled and embraced the girl. "Lana, how is your grandmother doing?"

Lana looked at Dean behind her as she stepped inside the house and into the kitchen. "She's doing very well, thank you." She took the box from Dean's hand and gave him a smile. "This is for you."

Mary sat the box on the table and opened the lid to see several varities of cupcakes. "Oh Lana, they are so beautiful. Did you make them?"

"I, uh, did." She felt eyes on her and she turned to see Dean looking at her from across the kitchen. "I have to go. Nana's by herself. Happy Birthday Mary." She kissed the woman on the cheek, one last look at Dean and then she was gone.

Dean walked over to the table and took a peek inside the box and selected a cupcake with chocolate frosting. "So..uh..how do you know Lana?"

Mary blanched and looked at her son as he bite into the cupcake. "Have you been drinking again Dean? Seriously?"

"I was just asking.."

"Well don't," Mary snapped. She let out a sigh and closed the lid on the box. "It's something we don't talk about in this house, got it?" She let out a smile as she heard a car door slam. "That must be Sam and Jessica."

She walked along the row, dead leaves crunched underneath her boot and a bouquet of daffodils were tucked in her hands. Her dark green eyes moved back and forth along the headstones, until she found the one she was looking for. The name had been covered by leaves, so she dropped to her knees and brushed them away and a name appeared. Katherine Alana Lancaster. Loving Mother, Daughter. June 25th 1958 died August 10th 1989.

Lana sniffed and wiped a tear that had fallen onto her cheek and struggled to remember the previous life she thought she once had. But it was quickly slipping away until this was the only memory she remembered. It was hard to face him sitting on that porch step, hard to think of him as the son of that monster.

When her mother had died, it had been Mary who showed up at their door, pleading and crying for them to forgive her. Her Nana had been angry at her at first, sent her away.

As the years grew on and Lana got a little older, she realized what had happened. Her mother had died because of John Winchester. He had made a choice that ripped her family apart. So when Lana saw Dean sitting on that porch, looking so much like her father, she found it hard to even look at him and be reminded of that day.

She placed the bouquet of flowers on the grave and sighed. She kissed her fingers and then placed them on the grave and bent her head.