Oak Tree Inn- 3:14 PM

"Dude, slow down. I'm not getting you." Dean said, frustrated, as he began to pace the floor. Apparently, someone on the other end of his phone was annoying the hell out of him. Zoey and Will were sitting on the nearby couch, bored out of their minds.

"Alright, we'll be there in a few hours." Dean closed his phone, still pretty irritated. Zoey perked up.

"Where we goin'?" She asked. Dean gave a small chuckle at her eagerness to hunt. "We're gonna visit an old friend." He replied.

"Who?" Zoey asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed. Will laughed. Sometimes her antics were hilarious. She rolled her eyes and asked again. "Who?"

Dean cracked a smile. "Don't worry about it. Once Sam and the girls get back, I'll tell you." He grinned as Zoey leaned back in irritation. Will got up from the couch. "Be back. I'm gonna go take a shower." He said as he left for the bathroom. Zoey gave a weird look on her face. "Um, thanks for…letting us know?"

"You're welcome." He yelled as the door closed. She shook her head, bewildered, and then turned to Dean.

"Have you….um, found out anymore about Will's-" Dean cut her off and nodded. After cautiously looking over at the bathroom door, he turned and to his duffel, laying on the bed. He quietly pulled out a manila folder with Will's full name on it, William Bennet Rix. Zoey suppressed a giggle. Bennet?

Dean opened the folder. "Bobby put this together for us, some of his notes are in here." Dean gestured to the many sticky notes stuck on the inside cover of the folder. "He also mentioned which jail his dad's in, if we wanted to go talk to him." He suggested.

Zoey shook her head. "Nope. Will said he's a basket case. Best not to go down that path." She frowned. "So, do we know if his mother…." Zoey shrugged, not wanting to finished that question.

Dean nodded gravely. "Yeah. She was one of 'em. Her house burned down in flames at six months, she chugged demon blood like it was water, but according to this, she was a damn good hunter." He gave a Zoey a look of sympathy. "I don't exactly know what happens to a kid of a demon-blood victim, though…. Hey, with any luck, nothings' happen." Dean flashed Zoey a smile in a weak attempt to lighten her mood. She merely stared back him, a storm of multiple emotions raging in her blue eyes.

Finally, as if coming out of a trance, Zoey blinked in confusion.

"So he might be normal? No…abilities?" She asked hopefully. Dean nodded. Her face suddenly grew dark.

"On the other hand, he could be a mutant freak." She said grimly. That shocked Dean. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked squarely into her eyes." Zo, listen to me. Will is your boyfriend, and you love him. We're gonna do everything in our power to keep him and everyone around him safe. Got it?" he asked sternly.

Zoey slowly looked up at him, and nodded. "I-I'm sorry, Dean. All of this stuff 's getting to me. I can't tell the difference of what's real and what's not anymore. I just….I don't know what to do." Zoey didn't know what to say. There was a lump in her throat, and the tears were beginning in her eyes. She closed them tightly, and Dean pulled her into a comforting hug.

"Hey, Zoey, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright…." Dean muttered to her. "No it's not. It's never gonna be alright." Zoey sobbed, letting the tears flow freely now. Just then, Will came out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. He dropped it when he saw Zoey. "Whoa, baby what's wrong?" He shouted, running over and taking a seat beside Zoey. As Will began to rub her back in small, circular patterns, Zoey's crying slowly stopped. She turned around to look at Will, and gave him a hug. He sat there, silently stroking her hair. Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. She wished this….this whole situation would come to an end. It was a neverending pattern of chaos, panic, and insecurity. She just wanted it to stop. She loosened her grip on Will on leaned back on the couch, and ran a hand through her hair. "God, guys. I'm so sorry. I'm such a drama queen." She gave a chuckle, more upset than happy.

"No, kid, you have every right to be upset. You put up with a lot of shit, more than any person should have to." Dean reasoned. Will reached forward and wiped a tear from Zoey's face.

Just then, Sam and the other girls came barging in through the door. "They didn't have any saltine crackers, sorry, Dean." Sam said as he walked in the door, followed by Abby, Delaney, and Lucille. "Dammit." Dean frowned and muttered under his breath. "Saltine Crackers" was the code for Dean's favorite porn magazine, Busty Asian Beauties. "So, ya find any jobs while we were out?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head, but he looked at Sam and grinned. His younger brother gave him a bewildered look and stepped back. "Whoa, kinda creeping me out, man." Dean chuckled. "Chuck called."

Sam who was about to head outside, turned back around, suspicious. "Chuck?" Dean nodded eagerly.

"Huh. Why'd he call?"

"He wants us to come visit him. Apparently, he had a vision?"

Sam nodded his head slowly, still processing what was going on. "Well, then….let's go." He turned to pack his duffel. However, the seventeen-year-olds in the room were confused. "Who's Chuck?" all five of them asked in unison. Sam and Dean shared a tired look.

Chuck's Place- 5:02 PM

Chuck watched anxiously as the Impala pulled up in front of his house. He breathed a sigh of relief. But wait, there was a car pulling up behind them. A….purple Oldsmobile? "Uh, hey guys!" He yelled, waving to the Winchesters who were stepping out of the car. They waved back, walking towards him. "So, you didn't tell me you had more people with you…" He mumbled, gesturing towards the group of teens heading towards them. "Oh, those are our…nieces. And boyfriend." Dean explained. "This Abby, Delaney, Lucille, Zoey, and her boyfriend, William."

"Oh. Alright." Chuck said, absentmindedly. Sam shook his head. "Okay, so why'd you need us?" He asked.

"I had a vision."