What begins as a relaxed afternoon of barbecue, country music, and family teasing becomes the cookout nobody will ever let Dean forget. Destiny is sitting with Eileen when Liam spots a woman chatting beside the grill. The woman steps closer to Dean. Liam puts his strawberry down on Destiny’s napkin and climbs carefully off the porch. “That,” Destiny murmurs, watching his determined little walk, “is your brother’s face on a two-year-old.” Eileen looks over and immediately sets down her drink. “Oh, this is going to be good.” Liam plants himself against Dean’s legs and waves both little palms toward the yard. “Daddy marry Mommy. Shoo, lady.” John turns toward the smoker, shoulders shaking. Sam tells Dean to stop smiling. Dean insists he is trying. When the woman reaches toward Dean’s arm, Liam bats her hand away. “Lady, no touch. You have cooties.” “Liam Winchester.” At Destiny’s voice, he turns around with his father’s expression and absolutely none of his father’s ability to pretend innocence. “Hi, Mommy.” Destiny crouches, takes his little hands, and reminds him that they do not swat people. Dean kneels beside her and explains that he can speak for himself if he does not want someone touching him. “But you Mommy’s,” Liam insists. Dean looks at his wife, his amusement giving way to affection. “I love Mommy, buddy. You don’t have to worry about that.” “And talking to someone doesn’t change our family,” Destiny adds. Liam considers this carefully before leaning close to her ear. “She talkin’ weird.” Behind them, Jo makes a helpless squeaking sound. Ellen gives Ash a warning look before he can comment. Bobby has already decided that this story will be told at every future Winchester gathering. Dean introduces Destiny as his wife, and the embarrassed woman apologizes. With a gentle reminder from his mother, Liam manages a perfectly polite goodbye. “I used manners,” he reports afterward. “We got there,” Destiny agrees.
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