Jack went out again with several large trucks and three flat beds. This time he came back with another twenty couples and wood. Dean was glad. It meant they could afford to have a day or two off a week. Demon sightings had gone from several a month to none.

There were still hunters tracking the few that remained. Jack gave them shelter and gas. Dean, Sam, and Bobby ran into old friends on occasion.

"Why are you helping us?" Dean asked Crowley on night when they were going over the expansion plans.

"If humanity dies what will I do?" His statement was simple. Dean nodded.

It was a week before Christmas and he still hadn't opened the hanger. Dean never asked what he was storing in it, but he did see Trish coming out of it several times.

He worked hard and went out on several excursions with Rod, Bobby and Sam. They raided the stores for gifts for the women and children in the compound. He even got Christmas decorations for the hanger they used for meetings. It took two months, but Dean found a few old cast iron skillets for Trish at an abandoned thrift store. When he asked what she wanted she had hesitated, but finally admitted to wanting the skillets.

Jack and the other leaders in the area had agreed to only take what was needed and leave some for everyone else.

Hygiene was a huge problem. Disease could spread quickly in the smaller camps. Illness took down two of the small compounds. Laziness wiped out most of it's' population. That was where the extra families came from. Jack laid down the law before inviting them in. So far everyone pulled their weight. Trish had showed Ellen and Jo how to preserve their excess stock for the winter. She was drying corn in the cellar for corn meal. Dean found a feed store and they divvied up the supplies among the other colonies. He, Bobby, and Sam built a storage shed over that weekend to keep it.

The winter was brutal. Trish Demanded that her father allow some of the men to make a week long trek to a warehouse where she knew there were winter coats. Shefinally wore him down. Dean and ten other men made the journey. They took enough of the outer wear for the compound and extra for travelers. Bobby said she was a wonder when they sat down to their weekly meal together. She organized everything they needed for the winter. She reminded them that her father raised her to be prepared.

Dean had spent the summer and fall stock piling coal and wood for cooking and heat.

Trish was five months pregnant and having trouble getting around. Jillian said the baby was pressing against her nerves. She spent all of her time close to the house. Her mother came and helped with Jake.

A few days before Christmas they got word that Cally's daughter Stacy had drowned in the pond. Trish was heartbroken for the woman. Jillian stayed with her while she adjusted to life without her daughter.

Trish was surprised when Cally showed up at their door. Dean was at work and Jo had Jake that day.

"Cally, hi." Trish's heart melted for the heartbroken woman. "How are you?"

"I came to apologize for my behavior. I was wrong." A tear slipped from her eye.

"I made some tea would you like some?" She stepped back and let the other woman in.

Jo watched from the porch a chill ran down her spin. She gathered Jake up and walked the quarter mile to the field where Sam and Bobby were.

Trish turned to pick up the tea kettle when a pain brought her to her knees. She fell backwards when her head hit the iron stove.

"Jo baby you should be resting." Sam walked up to her and kissed her cheek.

"That Cally is over at Dean's something's wrong."

"Cally?" Sam looked in the direction of the house. He was about to dismiss Jo's concern's when he saw the jeep. Dean jumped out.

"Where's Trish?" He yelled.

"At the house with Cally." Jo panted.

"Fuck. Cally attacked Jillian. She said if Trish hadn't trapped me we would be together and Stacey would be alive. Bitch has flipped out."

Trish slowly opened her eyes. Cally was pacing the floor with a knife in her hand.

"It's your fault. You did this." She screamed at some invisible figure. "You promised he would be mine. You killed her. You killed my baby!...No…no! I'm going to take her child. I'll cut it out of her stomach."

Dean leaned against the door and listened to the woman rant. He peeked in the window and saw Trish tied to the stairs that led to their loft. Good that gave him five clear feet. He was trying to formulate a plan when he heard her scream.

"I deserve to be happy. This is my baby!" Dean shot in time to see her raise the knife above Trish. Instinct took over. He shot her in the hand when she dropped the knife. Then he shot her several times in the back.

Trish screamed. Dean was in the house in seconds. After checking to make sure Cally was dead. He untied his wife.

"I've got you." He whispered into her hair. There was blood. "Sam!"

His brother came running in with Jack. They stepped over Cally's body.

"Get her to the bed." Her father said. Trish passed out again,

She was in and out of consciousness for the next day. Dean never left her side. When she finally opened her eyes he was feeding Jake at the foot of their bed.

"Hey," She tried to sit up.

"Don't move." He sat the bowel on the floor.

"Mama!" The 13 month old squealed and crawled across the bed.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Cally lost it. I had to take her out." He took her hand.

"I don't remember." She frowned.

"I'm not surprised. She clocked you pretty hard."

"You look like hell." She touched his face.

"Yeah, kinda got use to your cold feet." He snarked. "I should have been here. It won't happen again. I promise."

It's not your fault. She lost her child." She rubbed her head. "She was talking to herself. Saying something about 'it's your fault', but it wasn't a haunting the EMF didn't go off at all."

"Maybe she is just crazy." He muttered.

"Did dad give you your present?" He shook his head. "Not really practical, but you loved her so much. We found her outside of Denver. She just needed a tweak here and there."

"Her who?" He scrunched his face.

"The Impala. You talk to her who you sleep." She smiled weakly at him.

"Are you serious? The Impala?" He was light headed.

"She's in the big hanger. I traded some quilts, honey butter, two cows, and a pig for the work done on her." She pat his hand. "Go see her. I'll be fine."

"Nah, I'll wait until your better." He kissed her. "We can see her together."

"Ouch." She arched her back.

"What?"

"Your daughter will not stop kicking." She gasped.

"Hey, little one, stop giving your mom a hard time." He hesitated. "She's a very special lady."

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day you'd become a girl." Sam stood grinning at the top of the stairs.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"What do you want?" Dean never took his eyes off of Trish.

"We thought we'd take Jake for the night." The child was busy playing with his mother's belly button.

"No." She looked at Dean. "I want Jake home with us."

"Sorry kid, our boy is staying home." Dean slapped him on the back. "Tell everyone Trish is awake and get out."

"Walk me out?" Sam turned and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" He asked impatiently.

"Jo made a pie. Don't eat it. Man, I love the girl but she's killing me." He opened his coat. "If I lose any more weight I'm going to disappear."

"What about Ellen?" He laughed.

"Ellen taught her how to cook." Sam sank to the sofa.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"Bobby and I were cooking at least four days out of the week. Since they've been pregnant and winters here they want to do most of the cooking. We can't take it man. We're going to die."

Dean looked at his little brother and laughed. Sam didn't laugh.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." To prove his point he walked over to the pie on the stove and shoved a spoon full in his mouth.

Dean rushed to the sink and was be sick.

"Dean?" Trish called. "Are you alright?"

"He ate Jo's pie." Sam called up laughingly.

"Why the hell did you do that?" She sounded irritated. "Sam, give him some of the goats milk please."

Sam watched him guzzle the milk.

"Dear God," He gagged. "It tastes like monkey ass."

"You don't need to be nice about it."

"Jillian offered to help if they needed it. I'll ask her to give them cooking lessons. With thinks being what they are Jo and Ellen won't turn her down." He went to the pot and dished out some left over stew and gave him a thick slice of bread. "Eat it then tell Bobby I need to see him. He should eat before he dies. Let yourself out."

He brushed his tongue and went back to his family. Trish had the baby balancing on her stomach.

"Can you say baby? There's a baby in there Jake." He slapped her swollen stomach. "Yes that's your sister."

"Still sure it's a girl?" He leaned against the wall.

"Oh yeah, I thought you were good with having a daughter."

"I am. It's just that, you know…" He shrugged.

"What? You were scared because you like sampling the goodies in the candy shop?" She snarked. "Bobby told me that you were…a male whore."

"Bobby needs to shut up." He stretched out on the other side of her. Jake threw himself on Dean's chest.

"Dada." He pulled his father's lip and peered into his mouth. "Dada."

"Ahhh," Jake stuck his hand inside and tried to pull out his tongue.

"Jakie, don't do that." Trish pulled his hand out.

"You trying to kill me kid?" The baby cooed then yawned. "We need to get ready for this one."

"We've still got three months."

"That's not a lot of time. I'm going to be working extra shifts so I can take a few days off after you have the baby." He settled the baby between them. He spread his hand over her stomach. "I'm going to sound like a douche, but I can't believe we made this."

"I'm surprised you didn't have any kids."

"I thought I did once, but he wasn't mine. Considering I think it's a good thing." He sighed thinking about Ben, Lisa, and Cassie.

They heard the door open and close.

"Bobby?" Dean called out.

"No, I need to speak to you Dean." Jillian's voice called up. "May I come up?"

"Yes mom." Trish started to sit up Dean's hand restrained her. "How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"I'm good. I have a slight headache, nut it's not bad." Jillian checked her pupils and wound.

"We have a new group. There is a woman with them who says she knows you." Jillian looked at Dean. "She is claiming to be your wife."

"What?" Dean shot up displaced the sleeping baby. "I've never been married. I've never been with the same woman for more than a weekend."

"None the less we must address this charge. Until then, you are responsible for her until the monthly meeting." Jillian looked sad.

"That's two weeks away. You can't ask us to care for another crazy person. Look what happened the first time. Trish nearly got killed."

"Let's calm down." Trish said calmly. "We can't turn her away."

"The hell we can't!" Jake jerked and began crying. Dean lifted him into his arms. "I am not married and I'm not putting my family in danger. Not again."

"Your circumstances are unique. That is why I have convinced John to call a special meeting tomorrow to decide what can be done. For tonight she must stay here."

"Who is she?" Trish asked.

"Lisa Braeden." Dean's mouth fell open.

"Lisa?"

"You know her?" Jillian's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, we spent a weekend together and I did think her kid was mine, but it wasn't." Dean defended.

"I lied." Lisa stood in the doorway.