I'm sooo sorry for the wait everyone. I wanted this chapter to be awesome and i just couldn't get it right. But i think i have it now!!! Enjoy and review!!!

Friday came up fast and Dean Winchester couldn't be happier. School was over-rated; the only good thing about it was the chicks and hanging with your friends. Earlier this morning his mother told him not to make any after school plans, apparently one of his father's employees was coming to dinner with his family. He met up with Sam and his family and they made their way home.

"What are you up to this weekend?" Sam asked, watching his siblings running and skipping around in front of the two older boys.

"I don't know, apparently someone from my Dad's work is coming over and we have to wine and dine them."

"Sounds like a blast," Sam said sarcastically.

"Tell me about it."

Soon they were in front of Dean's house and the friends went their separate ways.

"Sam," Dean called out. The boy stopped and turned around, a confused look on his face.

"Be careful. And if you need anything-"

"I've got your number. Yea, yea," Sam said with a laugh and ran to meet up with his siblings.

Dean entered his house to find his mother in a whirlwind of activity. One minute he saw her in the kitchen, the next minute she was carrying laundry from the wash room to the master bedroom. The boy watched his mother in awe, and came to the conclusion that she had finally lost her mind.

"Don't just stand there!" She commanded running out from the master bedroom. And for the first time in his life, Dean was almost at a loss for what to say.

"Umm, what do you need me to do?"

"Well, for starters, clean your room. It should be condemned!" She yelled, and disappeared into the kitchen again.

"Whoa," Dean whispered, and he went to tidy up his room. He opened the door and saw his belongings scattered everywhere. I guess it could be cleaned up a bit, he thought with a grin on his face. A half an hour later, and Dean stood back pleased with his work.

"Dean!" Mary yelled right behind him, making the boy jump nearly ten feet into the air.

"Jesus, woman. You nearly killed me just then!" He cried, grabbing his chest in an attempt to soothe his fluttering heart.

"Stop admiring your job well done, and come to the kitchen,"and with that she was gone.

"Out of her mind," he muttered, giving his room one final appreciative look.

"I heard that!" Mary yelled.

Dean made his way back to the kitchen and saw his mom finishing icing one of her famous chocolate cakes.

"Whoa, bringing out the big guns, are we?" Dean said with a laugh, to which Mary stuck her tongue out at her son. "Why are you pulling out all the stops for this guy?"

"He is one of your father's best employee's apparently," Mary said. "Listen, Dean, I want you to sit in this kitchen and not go anywhere. You are to watch the super until I tell you not to, understood?"

Dean gave a mock salute and allowed Mary to pass by him.

"Smart ass."

Dean poked around the dinner, seeing exactly hat he was having that night. It better be something good, he thought. He saw his mother's cake sitting on the counter, almost taunting him for a taste.

"Dean Winchester, don't you dare put your finger in the icing!" Mary bellowed.

The Winchester household was looking serenely clean when the doorbell rang some time later. John and Dean were both wearing khaki pants with polo shirts, much to Dean's dismay, and Mary looked ravishing. Her long brown locks flowing effortlessly over her red button up blouse that matched the red shoes adorning her feet, a black skirt at the appropriate length held her delicate form beautifully. John and Mary went to the door, Dean shuffling behind them. Dean thought all three of them going to the door was a little, "Leave it to Beaver," but if his parents wanted him to, he would.

John opened the door and greeted the stranger currently invading Dean's home. It took one second to look behind the man to see a tall floppy haired boy with two younger kids. One look and Dean lost all feeling in his body. Standing in his doorway was his best friend and the man who tortured him. Dean's shock bubbled into pure, absolute rage as he watched the man interact with his family, a huge, shit eating grin plastered on his face. Dean almost dove at the man on principle alone. At that moment, he caught Sam's eyes and he pleaded with those big puppy dog eyes and a gentle shake of his head to not say anything.

"These are my children," Scott said moving out of the way. "Sam, Elias and Riley," they all gave a small wave.

"Hey kids! Long time no see!" Mary exclaimed happily, and Dean could see them all flinch slightly.

"You've met my kids before Mary?" Scott said with a grin, turning towards Sam, his eyes stopping longer than they should have, issuing a threat to unseen eyes. Everyone's eyes but Dean's.

"Yes sir, we played basketball here once, sir," Sam said quietly, not making eye contact.

"Really?"

"You have wonderful children, Scott. They were a pleasure to have," Mary said with a smile.

"Good, I try and instill good discipline in them, it's difficult," Scott said, and Dean practically growled at the man.

"Well, Scott, this is my son Dean," John introduced. Scott held out his hand but Dean refused to shake it. He just forced a strained smile and Scott nodded and put his hands in his pockets, and Mary and John gave startled looks to their only son.

"Well is everyone hungry? Let's go into the dining room, shall we?" Mary said and led her guests down the hall. John held Dean back, whispering into his ear," What are you doing?" But Dean shrugged him off and followed the group into the dining area.

Everyone found a spot around the table, Dean sitting next to Sam. To Sam's left was Riley, Elias, Scott, John and Mary sat next to Dean. Mary brought out a large green salad with numerous different dressings. Everyone ate quietly, and Dean could feel the tension he had helped created.

"So Sam, you go to school with Dean?" John asked.

"Yes sir, he's one of my best friends."

"Really! What a small world! You and my son friends, your Dad one of my best employees," John said, smile on his face.

"It is a shocking coincidence," Sam said.

"Let me take everyone's dishes," Mary said.

"I can help, Mrs. Winchester," Elias said, standing to help gather some plates.

"Oh, thank you," she said, leading him into the kitchen. The table remained silent, aside for Riley tinkering with her fork.

"So Dean, how you liking the area?" Scott asked, and Dean could see he was being challenged by the older man.

"Interesting town with a lot of interesting people. It's amazing some of the things I hear about the locals. Word travels fast in a small town. You know, who's cheating on who, who's fighting with who, the town drunk," Dean said, starring down Scott from across the table.

"Now son, you shouldn't believe everything you hear," Scott said, smile sliding off his face, his eyes sizing up his older son.

"I don't know about that," Dean said and he could feel John staring at him from across the table. Sam stepped on his foot under the table, not chancing looking at him. Mary and Elias came back in with different plates filled with food.

"Everything looks real nice, Mrs. Winchester," Sam said, eyeing the food with hungry eyes. Dean could see the same look in all the Harrison children's eyes.

"Yes, Mary, you did a wonderful job," Scott said, and Dean couldn't mistake the way his eyes wandered all over his mom. Dean was about to jump out of his seat but Mary defused the situation by saying she forgot something in the kitchen. Clearly she had seen and felt his eyes too. John took the first dish and began to pass it around the table.

Mary came back in with a stack of napkins and placed them on the table. "Please, everyone, eat."

Sam grabbed a plate of food when Scott barked at him, "You wait until everyone has been served, Samuel."

Sam put his head down in embarrassment, and placed the food back on the table.

"Scott, that wasn't necessary, I told everyone they could eat," Mary said, alarm and shock laced in her voice.

"He needs to learn his place. Ladies should always be served first," Scott said with a smile.

Mary stared back at him, her face unreadable. She passed some of the other plates around and when they reached Sam, he put some onto Riley's plate and kept passing.

"Sam, aren't you hungry?"

"No ma'am, I'm not feeling to well," Sam said softly, not meeting her eyes. Dean was fuming; how dare that bastard treat his friend that way!

"Sam, are you disrespecting Mary's dinner she prepared for you?" Scott said, munching on his own meal.

"W-w-what? No sir I-"

"Scott, I really don't think that's what he meant," Mary said.

Scott didn't say anything, just looked at Sam and continued to eat. Tension blanketed the rest of dinner and beside some meaningless small talk between John and Scott.

"Oh, Sam, I forgot. Come with me to the car to get the dessert we brought," Scott announced, standing and heading towards the door. Sam got up out of his seat and followed him. Mary and John began to clear the dishes and Dean leaned over to Elias and whispered, "Stay here."

Dean got up from the table and looked out the window. Scott was quietly yelling at Sam, and by Sam's demeanor, it wasn't good. Scott grabbed his face and made they young boy look him in the face. He continued to glare and yell at him when he began to slap Sam upside the head, two, three, four times.

Dean snapped, and he stomped toward the door and threw it open.

"Dean?" Mary called out but he ignored her and he walked up to his friend.

"Back off!" Dean growled, pushing Scott away from Sam, making the older man stumble.

"Dean, don't!" Sam yelled, pushing Dean

By this time, John, Mary, Elias and Riley came outside to see the commotion.

"What is going on here?" John exclaimed, shocked by his son's bizarre behavior that lasted all evening.

"You're a bastard," Dean growled at the man, trying to get to Scott, but Sam pushed him back again.

"Back off Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Elias, Riley, Sam, get in the car," Scott yelled, going to the driver side of the car. "Thank you for your hospitality, John, Mary," Scott said, but glared at Dean. The car sped out of the driveway and down the street.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" John bellowed. "I work with that man! You better have a good explanation for your behavior young man!"

Dean didn't say anything, just continued to walk back and forth like a caged, wild animal. He knew he shouldn't have blown up, god only knows what will happen to Sam and his siblings. He should have kept his mouth shut! Fuck!

"Dean, sweetheart, what's wrong? You never have behaved this way," Mary said softly, reaching for her son.

"I…I can't tell you. I'm sorry," Dean said, and he ran into the house, slamming the front door.

"Something is off John. With Dean, Sam, and that man," Mary exclaimed softly, wrapping her arms around her husband. John just nodded his head, and led his wife back into their house.