Sam sat hunched over the books he had in his study.

"Yeah. Alright, thanks. Again, Mrs. Dubois, I'm so sorry for your loss," Sam said. "Alright, thank you. Take care." Sam hung up the phone, putting it down on his desk and scribbling something else down. He had been researching cases familiar to what had happened last weekend at the masquerade. He was trying everything. He even found old hunters that said they had encountered something, or worse, were dead already. He had compiled quite a list so far.

"Hey, Dad?" a voice asked, pulling Sam from the research trance he was in.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, looking up to see Cole slowly walking into the study.

"Oh, I uh, just wanted to see what you were up to. Research?" Cole asked, casually.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"You find anything?" Cole asked back, curiously.

"Yeah, a lot actually. There's a lot recently showing up and old hunters we used to know too," Sam replied.

"Huh. Well, I just wanted to say thank you for being cool with all of this, especially for letting Greer stay with us," Cole began.

"After everything you told me, I'd feel much more comfortable knowing that she's here instead of at a motel room alone. Remember I used to live that life. I think she's a lot safer here," Sam shrugged, simply. "Son, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Nah," Cole shook his head, playing it off coolly.

"Alright," Sam replied, unconvinced.

"I'm going to go get some breakfast. You want anything?" Cole asked, quickly changing the subject.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Sam replied. Cole turned around beginning to leave. "She's a pretty girl, Cole. You're really going to try and tell me that there's nothing going on between you two?"

Cole just shrugged, "There's nothing to tell, Dad."

"Right," Sam replied, still unconvinced, but this time letting Cole actually leave. As soon as Cole left his dad's study, he was relieved that he had avoided that awkward conversation. What was he going to say? It was one kiss and it wasn't really even a kiss. It was bait for the demons, right? Cole kept telling himself that, but it definitely felt like one hell of a kiss.

Cole got out some eggs and vegetables from the refrigerator before reaching up and pulling a bowl, a whisk, a knife, and a cutting board out of the counters and drawers. Cole began to cut up an onion and some peppers.

"Morning," Cole heard a voice say. He turned around a big smile spreading across his face as he saw Greer in a long sleeve shirt, and some pajama shorts.

"Hey," Cole said.

"You're making breakfast again?" Greer asked.

"What do you mean again? My French toast is delicious, if I say so myself," Cole said.

Greer laughed, "No, yesterday was great… it's just you've been making me breakfast all week."

"You know there are four other people living in this house," Cole reminded playfully.

"Yeah, alright, I get it," Greer chuckled. "So what's on the menu this morning?"

"Omelets and fresh squeezed orange juice," Cole said.

"Need any help?"Greer asked. "It's the least I can do, really, especially after your parents let me stay here with you guys. It's… incredible, actually."

"It's really no problem," Cole replied.

She nodded, "Well thanks."

"So uh, you finish that US history paper?" Cole asked.

"Hardly. I'm planning on working on it today or tomorrow. I was going to go to the library and thought you might want to come. You don't have to. Just a thought," Greer replied, sweetly.

"Yeah, sure. I really haven't done much of mine so we do actually have to work this time. With our track record though, I'm afraid we're not going to get anything done," Cole pointed out.

"Okay, but this time I promise, I won't distract you. I always feel weird in that library alone. Mrs. Burnett freaks me out," Greer confessed.

"What? Why?" Cole asked, attempting to stifle a laugh.

"I don't know. Old people freak me out…" Greer trailed off. "Okay that's a lie. I love old people. She on the other hand is scary. The minute you talk, she's in your face shushing you. She also smells heavy of way too much perfume. Sometimes I feel like she could kill me in my sleep or something."

"Wow. You face demons but yet you can't handle a little, old librarian?" Cole teased.

"I would take a demon over a little, old librarian any day!" Greer answered.

Cole laughed, "Alright then. You're officially the weirdest chick I've ever met."

"Hm… it seems like weird does it for you," Greer said, looking him up and down. Woah. Was she actually acknowledging that there was something there? Cole honestly didn't know what he was supposed to do about their relationship, especially after that kiss, but she was definitely acting differently. Of course they had always been flirty friends, but not this flirty.

"A little," Cole replied, jokingly.

Greer laughed, "Alright so how does this whole omelet thing work anyways?"

"I take it you don't cook very often," Cole said, almost as a question.

"Nope. I'm a take-out frequent," Greer answered.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you're staying with us then. As Winchesters, you kind of learn how to cook before you can read. Let's just say we have a lot of family gatherings so we're always cooking for those," Cole explained.

"Huh, guess so. So that's how you learned how to cook, huh?" Greer asked, as they continued to sauté some of the veggies, chopping them up and throwing them in the frying pan. Cole worked quickly, showing Greer how to do everything.

"Yep," Cole answered, shortly.

"Well, if it counts for anything, I think it's a sexy skill for a guy to have," Greer winked.

Cole raised any eyebrow, "Huh. Hey, do you want to whisk the eggs?"

"Sure," Greer answered. Yeah, there was no way that this was still just a friendship.

Greer and Cole finished up making breakfast just in time for everyone else to wake up and come into the kitchen. Sam and Jackson were setting the table together while Haley was helping make some bacon.

"Parenting books say that when your kid makes you breakfast their either trying to apologize, get out of being grounded, or want something. Cole, I'm serious this time. We can't take in another one of your friends," Sawyer joked, coming into the kitchen.

"What? Your son can't do something nice for you guys without you suspecting something?" Cole asked, playfully defensive.

"I don't know, Sawyer. I don't think it's us he's been doing this for," Sam teased.

"Oh yeah. Your secret's out, Cole," Haley joined in. Cole just laughed, trying not to blush and shaking his head. He had asked Greer to the masquerade and they had almost kissed on many accounts. She already knew he was into her, right? So this wasn't a problem… sort of. His family was so embarrassing.

"Don't forget that she likes him back too!" Jackson added.

Cole's jaw dropped, "Jackson!"

"What? It's true," Jackson shrugged.

"Jackson, I thought we talked about having a filter when it came to these kinds of things," Haley hissed.

Greer laughed, "It's alright."

"She's cool, Cole. I approve," Jackson said.

Sawyer and Sam exchanged glances, laughing about their unfiltered, truth telling son.

"Alright, why don't we leave this topic and move on to this wonderful breakfast that Cole and Greer have prepared for us?" Sawyer suggested with a small laugh.

"That sounds great," Cole said, almost too quickly, eager to get off of this subject. He looked over at Greer and mouthed to her, "Sorry." He felt so bad. She must've been mortified. Leave it to his immature 12 year old brother to bring that up. Then again, Jackson was pretty good at noticing these kinds of things. Was it true?

She shook her head laughing. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "It's fine."

Cole didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but he couldn't help but think about what Jackson had said. Maybe it was true, and he knew that she must know about his feelings for her, nothing was really said… or done about it for that matter. He understood why nothing had really happened after the masquerade, seeing as she was processing a lot, but at the same time, maybe he was just making excuses.

Sunday morning came and Victoria couldn't take it anymore. Her parents and her Uncle Sam had been in the living room talking and strategizing and talking over research. She knew that they were training for something, but she never really imagined what it would be like to have real demon problems now. She watched as her dad got up and went into the kitchen and followed him there.

"Hey, Dad?" Victoria asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"I'm going to go out. Just next door… see what Tyler's up to, if that's cool," Victoria started, desperate to get out of the house.

"Oh… you and that Tyler kid seem to be spending an awful lot of time together, especially after that dance… anything you want to tell me?" Dean asked.

Victoria shook her head, "Uh uh. Is it okay if I go though?"

Dean nodded slowly, "Yeah, I guess. Be careful, okay?"

Victoria laughed, "Yes, Dad. Don't worry. All of those hours spent at the training center haven't gone to waste. I promise. If I run into any demons, I will know how to kick some butt."

"I wasn't talking about demons, I was talking about those high school boys, kiddo," Dean replied.

"Dad, Tyler's a nice guy. He's not like that. Besides, I'm not your little girl anymore, Dad. I can take care of myself," Victoria reminded.

"Well, you still are to me," Dean reminded.

"Gotcha," Victoria groaned.

"You got your phone with you?" Dean asked. Victoria nodded. "Good. Just… call if you two go anywhere. Your mother and I have enough to worry about."

"Okay," Victoria said, before leaving.

After the masquerade, she hadn't told her dad yet about her and Tyler. She had wanted to talk to her mom about it which meant eventually it'd get to her father, but they came home and her parents were deep in conversation about what had happened that night with Cole, Greer, and John. Since then, she had talked to her mom, but there hadn't been a right time to tell her dad – even her mom agreed with that. Her dad was right. He really didn't need anything else to worry about so for now they'd keep it a secret – unless her siblings let it slip…

Victoria made her way over to the Gallagher residence and knocked on the door. Tyler answered almost immediately, smiling as soon as he saw her.

"Hey," Tyler said.

"You think we could go for a walk or something? Things are a little crazy at home," Victoria asked.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" Tyler asked.

"I-, it's complicated," Victoria answered.

"Huh," Tyler said, stepping outside of the house, shutting the door behind him. He and Victoria walked together out to the sidewalk and down the street. "So what's up?"

"Nothing… my parents are kind of worked up over a," Victoria started, choosing her words carefully. She had remembered what her mom and dad had said about the Gallaghers. They hadn't told their kids about hunting and weren't planning on it and Victoria wasn't about to be the one to tell them about it. "Project. They've been talking all morning long about it. It's just stuff from the past they their worried about. It gets to a point where you can't sit and listen to it all morning. That and I think I just needed to get out of the house."

"Well, first things first: are you okay?" Tyler asked. Victoria practically wanted to melt. Why was he so sweet?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everyone is… fine. Just tired, is all," Victoria said, a small smile on her face.

"Good. I mean, not the tired thing but it's good that everyone is… fine," Tyler answered. They both laughed, awkwardly.

"Look, I haven't told my dad about us yet. I want to, but it just hasn't been a great time," Victoria confessed.

Tyler shrugged, "It's okay. I mean, what're you going to say?"

"That you're my boyfriend," Victoria said.

Tyler smiled at the word 'boyfriend', "Well the more you say it, the more I like the idea of your telling your dad about us. Kinda makes us more official."

"And your parents are okay with it?" Victoria asked.

"Yeah," Tyler shrugged.

"Cool," Victoria said back. Their hands clasped together as they continued walking down the sidewalk. There was something in the way Tyler said it that made her almost doubt that his parents were 100% okay with it, but she was going to ignore that for now. She really couldn't worry anymore about this stuff. His parents were nice. There was no use in getting worked up over nothing.

"Hey, you finish that paper?" Cole asked Greer. Greer was standing over her bed, zipping up a bag. "What're you doing?"

"Uh yeah, I did. I was wondering if you'd turn it in," Greer said, handing Cole the paper. He searched her face for answers, panic running through him.

"Why?" Cole asked, worriedly.

"Cole, would you just sit down? I've uh, I've got to talk to you about something," Greer asked.

"Okay," Cole said, sitting down. "What's with the bag?"

"All my life, I've been so angry at my mom for leaving, you know? But ever since… Dylan… I just-, I've lost my family but there's still one member left. You know, maybe she had a good reason for leaving but I'll never know unless I ask," Greer started.

"Greer, what're you talking about?" Cole asked. Greer knew she couldn't dance around the subject any longer.

"I tracked down my mom, Cole. She's out in San Diego. I'm leaving tonight," Greer confessed. This was one of the hardest things she could do. She felt like she was breaking Cole's heart but she needed to do it for herself. And she'd come back for him. She promised herself that.

"Oh," Cole said, trying to process everything.

"I wanted to thank you. Your family has been so kind to me. I really don't know what to say, but I have to go, Cole. I know I do. I just, I can't thank you enough for taking me in, trusting me, helping me with the Dylan thing… I-, you're amazing. You really are," Greer said.

"So… you're just leaving?" Cole asked. Greer nodded. As much as he didn't want her to, he knew she had to. "Okay. So I guess this is goodbye then?"

Greer nodded, "Yeah. I'll be back though… if you'll have me."

"Of course, yeah," Cole replied, still in shock.

"Thank you, Cole. Thank you for understand and for everything really," Greer said. "I know I need to see her, Cole. She's my mom! I just... I need answers. And after losing dad then Dylan? I think I need my family right now."

"Of course," Cole said. "When's your flight?"

"I should get going now, actually," Greer replied, shakily. She hated saying goodbye to him.

"I'll take you," Cole said.

She shook her head, "I called a cab."

"I would've taken you," Cole argued back.

"I know. That's why I called a cab. It'll just be easier this way. I already feel like I'm hurting you enough," Greer admitted.

Cole shook his head, reassuring her with a small laugh, "I'm fine, Greer."

"I know we have so much to talk about too… you know… about… I'm sorry. It's just… bad timing," Greer said.

"Bad timing," Cole repeated.

They both heard a horn honk and knew it was time.

"That's me," Greer said, meekly.

"Right," Cole said. "Come here. Stay safe, okay? I hope everything works out with your mom." Cole pulled her into his arms and just held her. Greer wanted to cry right now. This boy's heart was overwhelming and she couldn't wait to get back so she could finally treat him right. Greer pulled away, smiling at him. "Look, I don't want to make this harder-."

"Goodbye, Cole," Greer said, before closing the gap between them and crashing her lips against his. He kissed her back for the moment before pulling away at the sound of the horn honking again.

"I guess you really should get going," Cole said.

"Yeah," Greer agreed, reluctantly.

"Here, I'll walk you out," Cole volunteered. He held the door for her while she grabbed her duffel bag and the two walked downstairs to the front door. Greer opened it, sharing one last smile with Cole.

"Don't forget about me okay?" she asked.

"Don't think I could," Cole answered with a small laugh. "I mean, the girl that ambushed me with way too much knowledge of my family? That's definitely something you'll never forget." Greer laughed, rolling her eyes a little.

"Good," she said with a small smile, before going out to the cab, getting in it, and driving away.

"You okay?" Haley asked, going over to the door to comfort her brother.

Cole nodded, "Yeah. She's coming back," he answered, definitively.