Sam and Emma walked back through the door, brown grocery bags on hand. Dean was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball game, his feet propped on the table. Without looking at him Emma said "Dad, get your stinky feet off my coffee table.", then walked into the kitchen. "How did...?" Dean said to himself taking his feet off the coffee table, wondering how Emma knew his feet were there without even looking. But before he could ask, his mouth beat his brain to the punch and he blurted out "Guess who I saw at the park today." "Who?" Sam asked. "Do you guys remember Amanda?" Dean said. "Amanda? From West Virginia?" Sam asked. "Yeah, that Amanda." Dean said. "What's she doing in New York?" Sam asked. "She's here visiting her parents, with her husband and son." Dean said. "Who are you talking about?" Emma asked. "You probably don't remember her; you were only two when you met her." Dean replied. "I vaguely remember her." Emma said. There was a bit of an awkward silence between the Winchesters before Dean broke it with "So what's for lunch?" "Umm, what about sandwiches?" Emma said. "Sounds good to me." Dean said. "So do you two have tuxes?" Emma asked. "Just the ones we use for hunts." Dean said. "I'd really appreciate it dad if you didn't use tuxes that smelled like someone left them in a hot trunk for a week with sandwich that covered in mayonnaise." Emma said, taking groceries out of the bags and putting them away. "That wasn't even my fault! It was his sandwich!" Dean said pointing to Sam. "No, Dean, that was your sandwich, and you're the one who insisted I put the take out in the trunk because you didn't want it stinking up your car!" Sam said. "But you're the one who put it one top of the tuxes!" Dean said. "But you're the one who..." Sam was interrupted "Both of you shut up! I don't care whose fault it was, just get a couple tuxes." Emma said, laughing at her dad and uncle for the stupid argument they just had. Sam and Dean both went silent. "Here's your sandwich." Emma handed them each a BLT sandwich. Dean took a bite out of his and chewed it in delight. Food always was one of his weaknesses. Sam took a bite out of his sandwich as well. Emma seated herself across from them at the bar and put a sandwich in front of herself as well.
Emma, Sam and Dean were all in the kitchen, laughing, everything was at peace for the time being. The lights flickered. The three Winchesters stopped what they were doing and looked at the lights. Chris walked through the door and the lights went back to normal. "Remind me to call the electrician." Chris said, setting his briefcase down on the table next to the door. "What smells so good?" he said walking up behind Emma, wrapping his arms around her, kissing he on the cheek. Dean coughed, less than subtle, to stop the kiss. "Getting a cold dad?" Emma smirked. "I'm fine." he said, in a high pitched, humorous voice. "So what have the three of you been up to?" Chris asked, stepping away from Emma before Dean moved him away. "We were just in the middle of watching a movie. We have about 10 more minutes before the pizza's done so you wanna watch?" Emma asked. "Yeah, just let me go change into something more comfortable." Chris said, taking off his suit jacket. "Ok." Emma said. Chris walked out of the room and up the stairs. "Do you guys always have electrical problems like that?" Sam asked. "Sometimes. This place is pretty old." Emma explained. "How old?" Sam asked, still finding it weird. "It was built in '79...so 50 years." Emma said. "Nice to know that you live in a place with history." Sam said. "Yeah, and we got it at a steal too, only $47,000. Chris knew the realtor, that's why we got it so cheap." Emma said. "Pays to have connections I guess." Dean said. Before Emma could reply to Dean's comment Chris came down stairs in a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. Why don't you guys go catch up and I'll finish with dinner." Chris said. "Ok, but it's frozen pizza how hard could it be?" Emma said jokingly. "Should I remind you of the infamous popcorn incident that almost burnt down our kitchen?" Chris said, joking back. "You cook the pizza." Emma said. Her and Chris both smiled. Then her, Dean, and Sam walked into the living room. A few minutes later Chris walked into the living room with four plates of pizza. He handed one to Emma, then one to each Dean and Sam. He took a seat next to Emma on the couch and began to eat his pizza. "So what are you guys watching?" Chris asked. "Frosty the Snowman." Emma said. Chris smiled, as if he was about to laugh. "What? There's a marathon on!" Emma said, throwing a couch pillow at him. They both just laughed and turned to the TV.
After the last Christmas movie had gone off, the four of them had gone to bed. "Goodnight dad, goodnight Uncle Sam." Emma kissed each of them on the cheek and then went to her room. She turned on the lamp next to her side of the bed, and laid down. Chris got in bed next to her. "So, how have things with you and your dad been going?" he asked her. "Good, why?" Emma asked. "It's just there seems to be this tension between the two of you." Chris said. "It's a long story." Emma said. "It's only 10:00, I got time for a long story." he said, smiling. "Trust me, you don't want to hear this one." Emma said. "Yeah I do." he said, taking a hold of her in a hug. "No, you really don't." Emma said, pulling away from him and turning off her light. Chris sighed helplessly and rolled over on his side of the bed. "You know you can tell me anything, Em." Chris said. "I know." Emma replied. "Almost anything." Emma whispered to herself, then pulled the covers over her and went to sleep.
Emma's alarm went off, she rolled over in the bed, and put her hand on Chris' side of the bed. She slid her hand across the sheets, then opened her eyes when she didn't feel anyone there. She looked at her clock which was flashing 7:00am. Where is he? She thought to herself. She got out of bed and went downstairs. A fresh pot of coffee was sitting on the counter. She was going to fix herself a cup when she was mauled from behind. She screamed and turned around only to see it was her fiancé. She kissed him on the lips and he started kissing her neck. Sam and Dean ran downstairs, both armed with .45s . "Emma?!" Sam yelled. Emma and Chris turned around, to see Dean and Sam both armed. "You ok?" Dean asked. "Yeah! It was just Chris, he startled me." Emma said. "So I guess I won't need this?" Dean said, holding up the gun. "No, dad, you won't." Emma said, motioning for him to put the gun away. "Sorry about that sir. I'm not really used to having other people in the house." Chris laughed slightly. Dean and Sam put down their weapons and went into the kitchen. "So...what's for breakfast?" Dean asked. "Why don't you and Uncle Sam grab something when you go to get your tuxes? I have to get ready, or I'll be late for work." Emma said, disappointed. She wanted to have breakfast with her family. "What about lunch? What time do you take it?" Dean asked. "Around 1:00." Emma said. "Where do you work? You're not some big exec too are you?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "West Elementary. Just come to room 401. And dad...don't bring the gun, it might scare the kids." Emma said. Chris chuckled but quickly stopped when Dean shot him a dirty look. "Honey, I gotta go." Chris said, he gave Emma a kiss on the cheek and grabbed his briefcase. He waved to Dean and Sam then walked out the door. "So why exactly did you bring guns?" Emma asked. "You did say you needed our help with a hunt." Sam said. "Good point." Emma said, remembering what she had said to get her father and uncle to come to New York in the fist place. "Well I'm gonna go get dressed now." Emma said, she smiled at Sam and Dean then went upstairs. "She's a teacher? I thought she was done battling demons?." Dean said, sarcastically. "What?" Sam said. "The...kids..." Dean said. Sam still gave him a confused look. "Never mind." Deans said.
After Emma had left for work Dean and Sam got a bite to eat then went tuxedo shopping. They went into a store that had quite a few manikins in the window, all dressed in tuxedos. "How can I help you gentleman?" the young, 20-somthing year old girl said as she walked from behind the counter. Dean perked up. "Dean remember you're 51." Sam whispered to him patting his hand on his shoulder and grinning sarcastically. "And you're 48." Dean whispered back. "It's still 4 years younger than you." Sam said. "Shut up." Dean said. "Can I help you?" the girl asked again. "Uh yeah, we need a couple of tuxedos." Dean said. "Well you've come to the right place." she replied. "I bet we have." Dean said, flirting with the girl. She blushed "So, what is the occasion?" she asked. "Wedding." Sam said. "Oh... well congratulations." she said. "No, no, no. My daughter is getting married!" Dean said. "And I'm her uncle!" Sam said. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Um well we have suits all around, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask." she smiled, embarrassed, and then quickly walked away. "It never fails." Dean said. "What people always assuming we're gay?" Sam said. "No, that no matter how old I get, girls still find me hotter than you." Dean smirked, then headed for the tuxedos. Sam rolled his eyes and followed.
Sam and Dean spent almost an hour and a half in the store, before finally walking out with two tuxes. They put them in the backseat of the impala, and climbed into the impala. Dean in the driver's seat, Sam in the passenger's. Sam looked at his watch "We still got about two hours before we have to meet Emma." he said. "I don't know. But man...it's hard to believe that Emma's getting married in a week." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam said, agreeing with Dean. "But Chris, I don't know there's just something about him that I don't trust." Dean said. "Dean don't start on that again." Sam said. "Sam, I told you there's something about the guy that just seems weird to me!" Dean said. "I don't think he's a bad guy Dean. Like I said just get to know him." Sam said. "No, Sam! I don't want to get to know him! I'm Emma's father, it's my job to protect her!" Dean said. "And what do you think my job is Dean? Listen, you know if I didn't think he was a good guy I would be right up there with you, but I don't. SO unless you find anything that proves he's a bad guy..." Sam was interrupted "Why don't we go find something." Dean said. "What?" Sam asked, confused. "There's no one at the house. Perfect opportunity to snoop." Dean said. "You can't be serious." Sam said. Dean just stared, Sam knew he was serious. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to do this." Sam said, shaking his head. "Welcome to the dark side." Dean smirked. Sam gave a annoyed sigh. Dean put the car in drive and headed back for the house.