"As much as I love how worked up you all are getting because of this question, for time's sake, we're going to have to move onto the next one. It already looks like we're going to have to finish these discussion questions tomorrow," Meredith announced to her class. Her fourth period class was in a heated discussion on one of her Faulkner discussion questions but they have to move on.

A groan erupted from the class, disappointedly.

Riiiiiiiing!

"Or not. I guess we really will have to finish these tomorrow. Take care everyone and read to page 128," Meredith said, as the bell finished and she dismissed the class. As the students filed out of the room on their way to lunch, she smiled to herself, hearing them continue their discussion on the passage that had been of topic.

"Miss Lawson, could you stay back for a moment?" Meredith requested.

"Uh sure," Greer replied, as she shoved her notebooks into her book bag and made her way up to the front of the class. The last students had left and it was only Greer and Meredith in the classroom now.

"Am I in trouble?" Greer asked, nervously.

"What? Oh, no!" Meredith laughed, shaking her head. "No, you're not."

"Oh good," Greer sighed with relief. "I wasn't quite sure what I did this time."

Meredith chuckled, "No, I wanted to talk to you about coming to the center with us this afternoon."

"The center?" Greer asked.

"Hasn't Cole told you about it? We have a little training center downtown for the hunters. And by hunters, I really just mean the family," Meredith informed.

"Oh yeah, he's mentioned it a couple of times. You… wouldn't mind?" Greer asked, hesitantly.

"Of course not! I'm inviting you. Besides, I think it'd be good for you and it'll be refreshing for the family to have another hunter in the room that isn't me or Dean. Something big is coming and we need you at your best," Meredith answered.

"That sounds great," Greer smiled.

"Great. We're all heading over there right after school," Meredith said, before Greer thanked her and headed out of the classroom.

Greer headed out of the room, feeling giddy as ever. It was this strange feeling that she wasn't used to experiencing. It's just that Greer had never felt like she was ever really a part of something. Her mom left early, and for that moment, it was just her dad, her brother, and her, but it never felt like they were ever truly a family. Dad was always so broken and it was just her and her brother. Then when Dylan came back, well, things were never the same after that – of course, he had been a demon. But now, with the Winchesters, they had easily welcomed her with open arms from the beginning. She was dating Cole which made her feel like a part of something amazing already, but it wasn't just his family. It was all of them. She couldn't help but love the feeling of being wanted for the first time.

Just then, she saw Cole walking towards her. She smiled before heading over to him, "So guess what your aunt just asked me?"

"What?" Cole asked back.

"She asked me to come train with them at the center this afternoon. How cool is that?" Greer squealed.

Cole chuckled, "For most girls, it's shopping or shoes or something but not you."

"Not me," Greer smiled proudly.

"You. You get excited over something like hunter training," Cole continued.

"Damn straight," she bragged, as the two linked arms and walked towards the cafeteria together.

"Yeah, I was thinking about going over to the center this afternoon. I guess I have one more reason to go now," Cole remarked.

Greer narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, looking him over a couple of times, "Yeah, I could definitely take you."

"You could not!" Cole protested.

"I guess we'll see this afternoon," Greer shrugged, innocently, yet, with a mischievous look in her eyes. Cole just shook his head laughing.

Back in Meredith's classroom, she still sat at her desk, grading the pop quizzes that she had given today. She had finished first period's already and honestly wasn't really up for going to the cafeteria or the teacher's lounge for lunch. She just wanted a quiet day.

"Hey, I thought we were done with our serial killer days?" a voice asked, causing Meredith to look up from her desk.

"Dean, what're you doing here?" she asked, a smile crossing her face.

"You didn't show up at lunch, so-," Dean started.

"You thought you'd check on me?" Meredith interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

"No! No- yes," Dean nodded.

She giggled, "That's sweet, honey, but I don't need much checking up on. They're just pop quizzes. See? No demon research." Meredith held up her pop quizzes that she had been grading so that Dean could see them.

"Yeah, well, since you were a no-show, you almost spoiled my surprise," Dean said.

"Surprise?" Meredith asked.

"Yeah, it's all a part of 'all about Meredith' week," Dean answered, shrugging simply.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're still stuck on that," Meredith groaned.

"Hey, it's as 'chick flick moment' as I'll ever get," Dean defended.

"Alright, what did you bring me today?" Meredith asked, perking up and showing her husband that she really did appreciate his attempts to pull her out of the dark place that she had been in ever since John's eighteenth birthday.

"See? I knew you liked it," Dean smirked.

"So what if I do?" Meredith shrugged.

The smirk remained on Dean's face as pulled out two plastic Tupperware dishes from a paper bag and put them on my desk. He then reached down and got plastic ware.

"Tada! I made lunch," Dean bragged, proudly.

Meredith gasped and smiled, "Dean, this is sweet. And looks really great!"

"Hey, I thought we were over the shock that I can cook… sort of," Dean replied.

Meredith laughed, "We are. It's just you haven't really cooked for just me in a while."

"I know. That's why I knew it would top Music Monday," Dean said.

"I did like Music Monday," Meredith said back, referring to the fact that Dean had played her favorite music in the house last night – of course, only the classic rock.

"What about Tuesday?" Dean smirked.

"What? Get the kids out of the house so we can screw Tuesday? Yeah, I liked it," Meredith shrugged, brushing it off because she knew Dean lived for compliments when it came to his skills in the bedroom, and she liked to watch him squirm every once in a while.

"Baby, it sounded like you more than liked it," Dean shot back, biting his lip.

Meredith's heart skipped a beat as she saw the look on her husband's face, "Uh uh. We are so not doing that here. Besides, if we want to enjoy homemade lunch Wednesday."

Dean sighed dramatically, "If you insist."

Meredith giggled, "Thanks for doing this, Dean. It means a lot to me."

"What am I supposed to do? You were turning into a serial killer!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dean!" Meredith exclaimed back, trying to hold back a laugh, but ending up failing.

"I'm kidding. I'm happy to, babe," Dean answered, shooting his wife a smile.

"Okay, is it just me our history sub really cute?" Greer asked.

"No, he's definitely cute. I was at a student government meeting yesterday and the topic came up when we were in our individual groups you know-," Renee started.

"Planning prom?" Greer asked.

"Yeah, I know. That's all we do!" Renee sighed.

Greer laughed, "But back to Mr. Hersh."

"Yes. He's so cute. But not like baby cute. More like…" Renee trailed off, trying to find the right words for their new history sub.

"Grab him by the tie and push him down on the desk cute?" Greer suggested.

Renee laughed, "I was going to say yummy cute but yours works as well." Just then, John and Cole went over to Greer and Renee as the boys saw their girlfriend's coming out of their last period US history class that the two had together.

"What're you ladies talking about?" John asked, going over to them.

Renee and Greer exchanged glances before bursting into a fit of laughter, "Nothing," the both answered simultaneously.

"Uh oh. You two have been conspiring again. What is it this time?" Cole asked, suspiciously.

"Nothing," Greer shrugged.

"Come on. Let's leave these two crazy kids alone. Besides, I promised Mrs. Winchester, your aunt, whatever I'm supposed to call her now – I don't know. It's confusing! – that we'd be over at the center right after school," Greer said to Cole.

"Sounds good," Cole replied, as he and Greer left John and Renee alone.

"So you're going to the center this afternoon?" Renee asked John, once they were alone.

"Yeah," John replied. When there was no reply from Renee, he looked over at her, examining the disapproving look on her face. "Is that… not cool with you?"

Renee shrugged, trying to avoid eye contact, "Do I like the idea of it? Not really."

"Well, Renee, I kind of have to," John started.

"You do?" she asked, skeptically.

"Yeah, they're my family and we have to be ready for whatever's coming at us," John replied.

"But that's what I don't like about it. You're-, I mean, you're barely eighteen, John, and you're being expected to go fight some kind of demons? You could get seriously hurt or-." Renee said, but as soon as she realized what she was about to say, she stopped talking immediately. "Never mind. Can we just drop this?"

John sighed, "I'm sorry, Renee, but they're my family. I can't just say no."

"Yeah, I know," she mumbled.

"Hey, you okay?" John asked. He hated to leave her like this but he really needed to go.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Go ahead. I'll call you tonight or something," Renee replied, putting on a fake smile which she knew wouldn't fool him. He knew her too well.

"You sure?" John asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she repeated.

"Okay," he replied, uneasily. He felt torn, but he knew he needed to go. He quickly kissed her on the cheek before leaving Renee back at school and heading downtown to the center.

That afternoon, the center was busy with hunters. Meredith had taken Flynn out for shooting practice, while Cole and Greer were working on hand to hand combat, John was conditioning, and Dean was teaching Victoria combat as well.

"Alright, look at me. Yeah, that's good," Dean advised, complimenting his daughter as they practiced blocking and parrying just to warm up.

"Dad, you taught me how to block and parry a long time ago," Victoria said.

"I know. Now throw a punch," Dean said back.

"Oh shit!" Cole swore as Greer tripped him and he fell. He wasn't going to let her win like that. When he knew she was vulnerable, he swung his leg right to hers, causing her to fall down on top of him. She caught herself, the two breathing heavily as she looked down at him, her face inches away from his.

"Hi," Greer giggled.

"Hi," Cole said back.

John came up, mid-sit up and scowled, before returning to the floor and then back up again, "Ew, you guys are almost as bad as my parents!"

Victoria paused, looking over, and making a face, "Yeah, you guys are. Seriously. Stop it. My mom'll be back any moment with Flynn and you two will definitely be out-mushed."

"Alright, kids. Break it up you two!" Dean said, obnoxiously loud, causing Greer and Cole to laugh before getting off of the ground and getting to their feet. "Oh, and sweetheart, never look away in a hand to hand combat situation."

"Huh?" Victoria asked. And before she could say anything else, she felt the foam block that her father had been holding in his hand for her to punch into, swing across and hit her in the head.

"Because if you do, that will happen," Dean replied.

"Dad!" she exclaimed. "You're going to mess up my hair."

"I think that'll be the least of your worries," Dean replied, cheekily.

"Yeah, yeah," Victoria mumbled.

Later that night, after dinner, at the Winchester house, things were beginning to wind down. Victoria was finishing up some homework, Flynn was sitting in the living room on the lap top while John was watching TV. Meredith and Dean, however, were in their room.

"Today was good," Meredith sighed, happily.

"So you liked homemade lunch Monday over … whatever you called it Tuesday?" Dean asked, teasingly disappointed.

"Not that, silly! I meant going to the center this afternoon. We make a pretty good team, don't we? It's like there, I don't actually mind teaching our kids how to hunt, you know?" Meredith asked.

Dean nodded slowly, "It does seem a little more fun than it normally would be."

"And the important part is that we get to do it together – family style – if that's even possible," Meredith chuckled.

"Yeah. Ah, my back's been killing me all afternoon," Dean said, rubbing his back and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Meredith hadn't replied yet, but instead chuckled a little.

"Lie down," Meredith ordered.

"I love it when you take control like that, Mer," he smirked.

"Not that!" she giggled. "Come on. I'll massage your back."

"So you don't want to have… fuck me now Tuesday?" Dean asked.

She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully, "I believe I called it 'get the kids out of the house so we can screw Tuesday'."

"Ah. Yes, that," Dean smirked.

"Uh uh. You didn't get the kids out of the house," Meredith teased.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean said, before lying down on his stomach. His wife sat on his lower back, beginning to draw circles in his muscles with her thumbs.

"Mm, that's good babe," Dean groaned, sighing in pleasure. This went on for a while, while the couple talked and laughed together.

Meredith giggled, "So how exactly did 'all about Meredith' week turn into 'all about Dean week?"

"Moment," Dean corrected. It's just an all about Dean moment. Besides, I think I deserve a back massage as a uh… reward."

She sighed, "Well, you have been extra sweet to me this week…"

"Hey, there's someone-," a voice said, as the door swung open, causing Meredith and Dean to both see their son John standing at the door. "Woah! Oh my God! I'm blind!"

"John, I'm so sorry!" Meredith cried, blushing and beginning to get up while of course, Dean pulled her back down to him.

"No, no it's fine. I'm just going to uh- go. Actually, it's not fine. Just- oh my God," John groaned as he bolted far, far away from his parents' bedroom. Meredith and Dean sat there in silence for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"You know, we've got to stop doing that," Meredith finally said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Traumatizing our children," Meredith answered back, before climbing off of Dean.

"Hey, where are you going?" Dean exclaimed in protest.

"John said someone was at the door, silly," Meredith replied simply, getting off the bed and giving her husband's butt a playful smack.

"Hey!" Dean chuckled.

"Put on a shirt and join me," Meredith said, before leaving the room and leaving Dean with thoughts only of his wife coming back to their bedroom and locking themselves in there for hours to come. Dean was willing to make that a part of 'all about Mer' week, but he knew she'd say no – especially since John had just burst in on them. Dean chuckled. John was lucky that all they were doing was giving back massages. Dean got up and grabbed his shirt off of the floor to go join his wife on the porch with whoever was at the door.

On the porch, Meredith was surprised to find Bryan Gallagher standing there, fidgeting with his hands and shifting uncomfortably.

"Bryan," Meredith said, shocked, as she examined the scared look on her old friend's face, a concerned tone in her voice.

"Hey, what's going on?" a voice said, as Meredith heard footsteps behind her. Just then, a protective arm slid around her waist as her husband joined her. "Bryan."

"Dean," Bryan said back, acknowledging him.

"Bryan, what's going?" Meredith finally asked.

"I need your help," Bryan replied, swallowing.

Author's Note: A bit of a filler chapter but much more to come! Reviews are much much appreciated and usually help me update faster. :D