Victoria sat in the school library, Friday afternoon, studying up on some demon lore. She glanced at the clock, acknowledging that the library was going to close in thirty minutes, but she couldn't put her grandfather's hunting journal down. Since the attack, Victoria had been spending more time at the center and had been researching as much as she could with her spare time. She knew that something big was coming, and she wanted to be as prepared as possible for whatever was to come.

Victoria could practically feel the librarian's eyes bearing into her like daggers, but she was too focused to care. Okay, so maybe she cared a little, but the – what some would call – obsession was too overwhelming. She knew she got that from her mom – the whole mama bear instinct. But this was her family and her family was in danger. There was no way that she wasn't going to do all that she could to help.

"Hey, you," she heard a voice say, suddenly ripping her from her thoughts and startling her. She closed the notebook she had lying open with some of the important hunter tips that her grandfather had written in his journal. Again, she wanted to be ready.

"Hi!" Victoria said, rather loudly, causing another glare from the librarian.

"Shhh!" the woman shushed, angrily.

"Sorry!" Victoria whispered back. As soon as the librarian had turned around again and didn't seem to be paying attention, Victoria asked, using a quieter voice: "Hey, what're you doing here?"

"I had to make up a quiz. The better question is what're you doing here?" Tyler asked, curiously.

"Nothing," Victoria replied, her eyes widening as soon as she realized she had left Grandpa John's journal open. She quickly slammed it shut before shooting Tyler an innocent smile, hoping that he hadn't seen what was in it.

"What's that?" Tyler asked, curiously, reaching for the journal.

"Nothing," Victoria said, grabbing it and holding it in her lap, under the table.

"That's definitely not nothing," Tyler said.

"It's-, it's just- a- my… my diary!" Victoria stammered.

"Really?" Tyler asked, unconvinced.

"Yeah. I would let you read it, but I don't want to scare you off. You see, I have our whole life planned out together: kids, the white picket fence… a dog named spot," Victoria joked, easily throwing Tyler off her trail.

Tyler laughed, rolling her eyes playfully, "And do you have our kids' names picked out and everything as well?"

"First and middle names. And I'd rather you not see the pages where I've written Mrs. Tyler Gallagher over and over. It's a little embarrassing," Victoria continued. Tyler just laughed, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright. I give up!" he exclaimed.

"Shhhhhh!" they heard the librarian hiss again.

This time, Victoria and Tyler only exchanged glances before sharing a quiet laugh. The librarian only frowned but returned to shelving books.

"You know what? I think I've almost had my fill of pissing off Mrs. Grossman for the day. How about you and I head out of here? You can walk me to my mom's class room," Victoria suggested.

"Sounds lovely. And yeah, I think one more moment we stay in here, and she might actually try to kill you," Tyler replied.

"No shit," Victoria said, rolling her eyes. She put her stuff back in her book bag, careful that Tyler didn't get a look at anything demonic, as they headed out of the school library, and over to her mom's classroom so that she could go home.

"Damn, that was a close one," she thought to herself. It was getting harder and harder for her to hide this from Tyler, but more importantly, why did it feel like he was onto her? It was like he knew there was something going on, but then again, something was up at home as well. Maybe he noticed the similarities… It was getting harder and harder for her to keep this from him.

"Hey, we're still on for tonight right?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, 'course," Victoria answered shortly.

"Good," Tyler replied. "I think it'll be nice for us to go out."

"Yeah… about that… I should warn you about something," Victoria started.

"Should I be worried?" Tyler asked, lightly with a hint of concern in his voice.

"A little? The thing is, since it's the first time the whole family's been able to come to one of Flynn's band's shows, they're all kind of coming tonight…" Victoria trailed off. "I mean, it's called the Brewery so dad was all 'oh, let's make it a family thing' and then my mom was all on board because she practically lives for family time! Then John decided to invite Renee which means she invited Greer meaning Cole's coming."

"So?" Tyler asked.

"You're okay with this?" Victoria asked, surprised.

Tyler chuckled, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Haley and Owen were already coming anyways."

"Well… we were supposed to go out tonight and knowing my dad will be there… well, you know him," Victoria replied.

"Actually, your dad and I have been making some progress," Tyler said, a wide grin on his face. "Don't forget that I'm in his auto shop class."

"Oh, don't remind me," Victoria groaned, face palming.

"No, no! It's not bad at all. I mean, he's cool and when we work on stuff, it's just a bunch of guys with cars and rock music. Your dad's a little old school when it comes to the music but-," Tyler began to explain.

"Woah, woah, woah! I love classic rock!" Victoria interjected.

"Yeah, it's good. Then again, it's not terribly to update every once in a while," Tyler reasoned.

"Pft! You only say that because you like that weirdo indie hipster music," Victoria teased.

"Hey, don't hate on my music!" Tyler protested, playfully. "I don't judge yours."

"Fair enough," Victoria replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So I was saying before," Tyler said, trying to get them back on track.

"Alright, alright. I know. I'm working on not interrupting you when you hate on my amazing music taste. And by the way, it's really weird hearing you say that my dad's cool," Victoria joked.

Tyler laughed, "Your dad and I have gotten to know each other a bit more and I think he's starting to trust me a little."

Victoria smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah," Tyler replied.

"That's awesome! And don't take it personally. He really doesn't trust any guy," Victoria explained.

Tyler shrugged, "I'm a little used to it by now."

"Sorry," Victoria groaned.

He chuckled, "It's okay!"

"Do you mind if I borrow your mascara? I forgot mine," Renee asked Greer as they were at her apartment, getting ready before the concert tonight. The Brewery was a small venue, but the girls were finding an excuse to look hot on a Friday night. "I know that's totally gross but-."

"Psh, I don't care. It's no problem," Greer replied, handing Renee her mascara.

"Thanks," Renee replied, opening the bottle of mascara, and beginning to apply the makeup to her eye lashes.

"Wow, smoky eye really works for you," Greer said, seeing Renee as she was finished with her makeup.

"Oh, please. And it doesn't for you?" Renee shot back.

"Uh uh. No, we're not going to do the whole 'oh my gosh, you're so pretty' 'no you're so pretty' back and forth thing," Greer started.

Renee laughed, "Fair enough. So… I can't decide. I was thinking about this chiffon skirt with these nude heels." She held up the mint chiffon high waist skirt.

"For a place called the Brewery? I don't think so, foxy. Did you bring any skinny jeans with you?" Greer asked.

"No," Renee said, chewing on her bottom lip.

Greer looked her over once, "We're about the same size, right? Here. Try these." She then went into her closet, getting a pair of jeans out and tossing them to Renee.

"Huh. Okay, I'll try them," Renee said, instantly stripping off the jeans she was currently wearing for Greer's super skinny jeans. "Could you own tighter pants?"

Greer laughed, "You'd be surprised."

"The things you learn about Greer Lawson," Renee joked.

"There's something new every day!" Greer played along, before both girls erupted in a fit of laughter.

"Alright. I think I can breathe now," Renee said, as she stepped into her nude heels. Renee then examined what she had brought over to Greer's and spotted her asymmetrical, tiered, flowy racerback. She put that on and then, sarcastically said: "Tada!"

Greer turned around from her closet and looked at Renee, "It's perfect."

"You think?" Renee asked, turning around a little and looking at herself in the mirror.

"Yeah. And you'll thank me when John can keep his hands off of you tonight," Greer smirked.

"I don't know. His parents are going to be there," Renee said.

"And when has that ever stopped him?" Greer asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This is true," Renee answered with a small chuckled.

"Alright, what do you think?" Greer asked when she finally got dressed. She wore her Jack Daniels tshirt which she had cut into a tank top. The neckline had been cut and the arm holes were cut deep so that she wore a black bandeau underneath. She had on dark blue skinny jeans and some brown high heeled booties.

"Be thankful that Cole's parents won't be there. That's all I'm saying," Renee said.

Greer laughed, "I think we're concert ready if I do say so myself." Just then, the doorbell rang. "That must be the boys. I'll go get them."

As Renee checked herself in the mirror one last time, she heard the door to Greer's apartment open and close and then voices. She walked out of the room into the living room to see John and Cole standing in the hallway with Greer.

"Hey," Renee smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," Cole said back. She looked up and saw John, his jaw dropped, searching for the right words. Greer shot her a 'I told you so' look before nodding over to John.

"Everyone ready to go?" Renee asked.

"Uh yeah," John stammered, not able to take his eyes off his girlfriend. Not that she didn't on a daily basis, but damn she looked hot. Her legs went on for miles in those jeans and… just damn.

"Dude," Cole said, nudging John.

"Yeah, what?" John asked, snapping out of it.

"Come on," Renee said, trying to fight back a laugh. She and Greer exchanged glances while the boys weren't looking as they left her apartment, and took two separate cars over to the Brewery where the place was having a local band night.

"How're you all doing tonight?" Rose asked, speaking into the microphone. There was a loud cheer and she smiled before gulping down some water from her water bottle. "Awesome! That's what we like to hear. Alright before we to the last band tonight, we have one more song for you, so thank you so much. You all have been great."

"This one's a favorite of ours. It's called 'Home' by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros," Flynn announced, before the band began to play the song.

"Alabama Arkansas I do Love my Ma and Pa
Not the way that I do Love you

Holy Moly Me oh My your the apple of my eye
Girl I've never loved one like you

Man o Man your my best friend I scream it to the nothingness
there ain't nothing that I need

Hot and Heavy pumpkin pie
Chocolate candy Jesus Christ
Ain't nothing please me more than you"

"I didn't know Flynn could sing," Haley said, looking over at her cousin Victoria.

"Yeah, me either and I live with him," Victoria said back, as the two girls exchanged glances.

"So how are things with Tyler?" Haley asked, glancing over to where both Tyler and Owen were. They had been waiting in line to buy some water, leaving the two girls to talk on their own.

"They're fine," Victoria shrugged.

"Just fine?" Haley asked back.

Victoria sighed, "It's getting really hard to keep this hunting thing from him…"

"I can imagine," Haley replied.

"No, it's gotten worse. He's started asking me about stuff. Like when Mom was helping his dad with the demon thing, he thought they were having an affair!" Victoria exclaimed.

"What?" Haley asked, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, and then earlier today he almost saw Grandpa John's journal," Victoria replied.

"What were you doing with it at school?" Haley exclaimed.

"I don't know! I've been cramming ever chance I can get," Victoria said, worriedly.

"Yikes," Haley said.

"No shit," Victoria replied.

Across the room, John and Renee, and Cole and Greer were standing together and listening to the music in their own little coupledom.

"God, you look amazing tonight," John smirked, his hands on Renee's hips.

Renee giggled, "John, stop it. Your parents are here."

"So? It's not like they're-," John said, before something distracted him. There it was again: the smell of sulfur and that feeling like he was being watched. He turned around and saw a shadow but nothing there. The shadow seemed to be heading towards the back alley. He couldn't take it anymore. "I'll be right back, Renee."

"Everything okay?" Renee asked.

"Yeah, it's fine," he lied, shooting her a weak smile, before heading over to the back door.

"Where do you think you're going?" John heard a voice ask sternly. He turned around, wide eyes, as he saw his dad. He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Just out back."

"You see it too, don't you?" his father asked.

"Yeah," John admitted.

"Alright, but don't tell your mother. I told her she had nothing to worry about when I told her I'd take care of this," Dean said.

"Don't worry, Dad. I won't," John said, smiling a little. There was always that thrill before the hunt, like a lion stalking its prey. This son of a bitch demon was out of luck on this one. There was no way this thing would hold its own against John and Dean, who were both eager to get it out of the way.

The two men headed outside to the back alley behind the brewery to, no surprise, find that no one was there.

"Seriously? Why do demons pull this kind of shit? What's the point in hiding anyways?" John asked.

"It's just the element of surprise that they like. Demons are melodramatic," Dean growled, on guard. "Here." Dean pulled out the demon-killing knife in his pocket and handed it John.

"You came prepared," John noticed.

"I've been carrying that thing around ever since your birthday party – well, when your mom doesn't have it," Dean replied.

"Gotcha," John replied, guiltily. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but think back to his eighteenth birthday. Okay, so maybe he felt like it was his fault… a lot. They should've been prepared for something like that! With what was going on and the fact that he knew Cas' cloaking wore off when he turned eighteen. They should've seen it coming…

"John, look out!" he heard his dad yell as John felt himself being jerked backwards. Someone had grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backwards. On instinct, John, grabbed the wrist of the person, and then twister their arms, causing whoever it was to let go and recoil in pain.

"Nice, son!"

"Thanks, Dad!"

The woman's eyes flashed black, before she charged towards him. John blocked the punch she threw and then threw one of his own, causing her to stagger backwards just enough so that Dean could sideline her, pinning her to the wall. The demon tried to catch her breath while John pulled the knife out, handing it to his dad.

"What do you want?" Dean growled.

"Oh come on, Dean-o. I thought you were smarter than that. Put two and two together," the demon replied.

"Why us? I don't even know you! Isn't this some revenge thing?" Dean growled.

"Please. You're Winchesters! Aren't we always after you?" the demon laughed, her eyes flashing black as she glanced over at John. John shrugged. She had a point there.

"It has something to do with the prophecy doesn't it?" Dean asked, as he noticed the glance the demon shot John.

"Yeah. And it's too bad, really. He's so pretty," she said, a wicked smile spreading across her face. Dean was about to stab her when suddenly, the demon flew from the young woman's body. Dean let go of her, and then caught her again as she fell to the floor.

The woman blinked a couple of times, looking around, "Where am I!"

"It's okay. You're in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We'll get you to the hospital," Dean said, helping her up.

"Oh my God! I think I broke my wrist!" the girl squealed.

"It's okay. Come on," Dean said, nodding over to John. John rushed to her side, helping the girl walk.

"Do you have anyone we can call?" John asked.

"Uh, if we were in Rhode Island maybe," the girl shot back.

"Oh," John said. "Well, we'll get you to the hospital and then uh, I'm sure a cab will take you to the airport. Do you remember anything?"

"No. I just remember this smell, like rotten eggs, and then this black smoke. And the next thing that happened-, I, it was like I was looking down and watching myself do these awful things. I just couldn't control any of it," the girl replied, horrified as she began to remember.

John and Dean exchanged glances. "Maybe we'll get you to the psych ward too. How about that?" Dean proposed.

As Dean and John walked the girl to the Impala to take her to the hospital, the two of them realized that these demons weren't planning on leaving them alone anytime soon. They were going to have follow through to the very end of this one.

Author's Note: A filler chapter, again. Sorry! But I have much to come. Only about 8 chapters left and then the sequel. Question: If I wrote a sequel, would you read it? I have so much planned (even new characters) for the sequel!
Thank you so much to Record 7, Deangirl93, MissECharlotte, dandy44, TiffanyKai, and elisitax21 for reviewing the previous chapter. You really do keep my writing :) as cheesy as that is.