"What the heck happened to your hand?" asks Kira as her hands gently touched his swollen wrist, looking over it with big blue eyes critically analyzing it.

"I kind of hit it into a wall."

Kira shook her head at him as she lead him towards the refrigerator and smacking ice onto it. Matt jumped back from pain and surprise.

"Jeezus Christ woman! What was that for?"

"Being stupid. I think it's broken Matt, I'm not sure I can do much for it," Kira tells him taking the ice and pressing it to his knuckles, "I don't like it when you come home to me hurt."

"I'm sorry." Matt whispers.

Kira squinted her eyes at him, cupping his face, "promise me I won't be getting your body back in a bag soon. I don't think I could handle seeing you like that."

It had been a little over a month before Matt had told her bits and pieces of what he did. Course not actually saying he went out hunting monsters, just enough where she didn't question it when he came back to her hurt.

"Promise." He stood forward kissing her.

Kira smiled placing his injured hands onto the table and snaking her arms around his neck, "I love you."

And he freezes, just stands there with his mouth hanging open. No one has ever told him that, dating hadn't been one of the things he was use to. I love you. Rang over and over in his ears. Kira removed her arms.

"I'm sorry if I said this-

"No. No. It's just no one's ever really said that to me before."

"Well do you love me?"

"I know I want to protect you and never see anything bad happen to you or to Lily."

"Then you love-

"Held up Kira. There's things you don't know about me."

"I don't care, I love you for exactly who you are. Love is two souls facing the ups and downs of life together. Not a ring on a finger." She rested her head on his chest.

Matt rested his head on her auburn hair, "I love you, Kira Anne Thomsen."

The pair shared a long lingering kiss, neither wanted to break it apart.

SPNSPN

"I'm sorry Noah. How many times do I have to say it?" Tom asked, "I know you Noah. You can't hold grudges not like your Dad and little brother can. You don't have a mean bone in your body."

Noah flicked her eyes at him, "if you know me so well you know I do not like to be ignored."

"I was coming to terms with well us, Noah being your friend broke a few rules-

"So like I said before what's breaking a few more?" asks Noah.

Tom smiled weakly at her, "I've always admired your daring spirit."

"Not daring. Brave."

The door slammed, Noah looked up listening to the sounds of footsteps. John stomped, Matt pitter patted, Dean scoffed his feet and Sam scurried on his tiptoes. It was Dean's scoffing.

She bounded down the steps, her brother looked years older. Noah plopped beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"She took a pregnancy test….

"And?"

"It was positive. I'm seventeen I cannot be a father especially with the lives we live."

Noah rested her head on his shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, we'll figure it out bro."

A few Days Later

"Kira!" Matt screamed jerking up, only to find himself sitting at her kitchen table sweating he pried the paper from his cheek.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stared at the print in front of him. Fire Kills Mother, Half of the House Burnt Away. Well that title was bluntly truthful, an eye catcher.

"Are you okay?" Kira asks her hands rubbing his shoulders.

Matt instantly piled all of his stuff away, "sorry hon, I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just a nightmare."

She reached forward and her eyes scanned the newspaper, "Winchester? 1983. Is this your home?" She points to the half-burnt house.

Matt frowned, "it was my house," he pulled another picture, huddled on the Impala was his father who even on his worse days of drinking never looked as haunted as he did in that picture, himself who was looking towards the house waiting for his mother to return, Dean and his huge eyes looking scared out of his wits, Noah who was asleep leaning against Matt's shoulder and Sam who was fussing in John's arms, "news reporters are cruel. They took this while my house was still burning with my mother inside, my dad kept this. And I look at it, and I think of how cruel this person was to take a picture of us when we just lost my mom."

Kira looked up at him sadly, "I'm sorry about your mother."

"I'm sorry to be dumping this all on you, but I found something out about her, something that makes me question who she is or was."

"When you love someone and lose them you tend to create this perfect image of them. Something you refuse to let anyone or anything shatter, if you love your mother and she loved you don't let anyone shatter her memory. Shatter who she was to you," and Kira reached for an older picture of Matt when he was just about four, Mary was dressed in a blue maternity dress, her hair pulled back, her skin glowing, Matt's legs rested around her protruding stomach, their faces pressed together, "and by the looks of it the two of you really loved each other."

"How can you be so smart and beautiful?"

"Because I had to grow up fast, Lily's father wasn't around, my parents weren't exactly accepting of their pregnant daughter. My Dad was a minister how bad did that look preaching about waiting for the right one and marriage and his teenage daughter ends up pregnant. They couldn't look at me the same, it was my grandmother who convinced me to keep Lily. She used to always have this saying, lilies were her favorite plant she used to go around saying "Lilies-In-May" over and over again. And I got to thinking Lillian Mae for my daughter."

Matt smiled, "that's very sweet."

Kira looked sideways, "what would you name your child? Your daughter?"

Matt stared at his mother, "Mary Jude. My mom's favorite song was 'Hey Jude'. She used to sing it as a lullaby to me when I was kid."

"So that's what you were humming to Lily the other night. I couldn't place my finger on it, that's a pretty name."

"I like your Lilies-In-May idea too." Matt said softly.

A/N: do you like it?