Winchester Garage and Singer Salvage, Part 3B

Sam got to the bedroom and carefully shut the door. Like he’d expected, Abby was already asleep. Sam silently slipped in beside her, cradling her with one arm through around Abby’s waist.

“Sam?” Abby’s voice was quiet as she scooted back to get closer to his body.

“Shh,” he ran his fingers through her hair. “Just rest.” Then, he leaned forward, kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

Abby smiled as she drifted back to sleep.

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Bobby’s head popped out from under the hood when he heard the familiar engine. “Look who’s back.”

When Dean came up to them, he said, “I just needed some time away.”

“I get you,” Bobby told him. “Understand, even. But you need to apologize to Sam for referring to his wife as a princess. That wasn’t right.”

“I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it.” Dean changed the topic. “How’s the car?”

“We got past our main issue and can concentrate on the smaller ones now,” Bobby wiped his hands off. “I’m going in. I’ll leave the rest to you guys.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Kylee called after him. Bobby just waved like it was nothing and didn’t even look back.

Dean stepped closer to Kylee and assessed the car situation. “What were you working on?” he asked her.

“Trying to figure you out,” Kylee didn’t even look at him. “You know, why you took off like that, why you would say such things about Abby, what took you so long to get back.”

Dean nodded. “You were a busy woman.”

“You keep me that way,” she told him. “And just after you were trying to convince me that we should have a baby.”

“We should.”

“Not after how you’ve reacted to Abby’s pregnancy,” Kylee’s voice was sharp. “There is absolutely no way I am ever going to let you refer to me as a princess because my hormones take over.”

“I told you that I regretted saying that. I am going to apologize to Sam.”

“That’s not the point, Dean,” Kylee sounded exhausted. “Your lack of patience, how irritated you get, the fact that you just take off instead of telling me what is going on. I can’t trust you to be there for me, Dean. I can’t have a serious baby conversation with you until I can trust you.”

“You can trust me.”

“Not the we’re having a baby kind of trust,” Kylee sighed. “Consider the matter closed for now.”

Dean looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “I’d like talk more about having a baby, just for the record.’ He was quiet for a minute. “But I’ve got something to tell you that you’re not going to be happy to hear. I am going to ask Bobby to find a hunt for Sam and I.”

“Why?”

“I’m restless. I need to go on one short hunt and then I’ll be fine.”

“And you think Sam is just going to go along with this?” Kylee was surprised at what he’d said. “Did he already say he’d go?”

“I haven’t asked him yet.” Dean glanced at his boots and then looked Kylee in the eye. “If I tell him I need him to go, he’ll go.”

Kylee just shook her head, set down the tool she’d been holding and walked past Dean to go inside.

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