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Isabeau strums her ukulele as she sits by the campfire in her backyard. It's been a couple of days since she's been home and the three of them were planning on staying the entire week for a short vacation.

She was sitting in between Sam and Dean, all of them sitting on a blanket with a couple of pillows around them.

Dean was making s'more after s'more, enjoying the treat to his heart's content. Sam was making his own s'more, going at a much slower pace than his brother.

Isabeau already had a couple and settled for playing around with her ukulele. It felt good to play it; she never took it with her on the road, it was for being home.

Across the fire sat her parents and her brothers. They were also making their own s'mores, her parents cuddled together enjoying the fire. Isabeau smiles at her parents. Her parents showed Isabeau the idea of a loving relationship and strived to have that of her own one day.

She looks at both of her boyfriends, her smile never fading; and she had that. A beautiful, loving relationship with her boys. She wouldn't give it up for anything.

"You cold?" Sam asks, placing a hand on her bare thigh. She was wearing a simple pair of jean shorts, a flowy black tank top that had lace in it, and a maroon soft knitted sweater. Her clothing was different from what she usually wore, but she enjoyed it.

Isabeau shakes her head, "No, I'm okay. But I wouldn't complain if you or Dean kept me warm."

Sam chuckles, pulling Isabeau sideways into his lap so that her back could lean back into his chest and her legs can lay in Dean's lap.

Dean smiles, placing a hand on her leg, rubbing it softly, "Cheeky, Beau."

Isabeau shrugs with a sheepish smile, and sets her ukulele off to the side, "What? I can still feel cold, just not be cold."

She looks over and notices Alphonse focused on his cellphone, his lips curling up in a small smile. She narrows her eyes at him as he informs their parents that he was going to head into the house to head to the bathroom.

Isabeau's eyes follow Alphonse as he walks into the house, "I'll be right back." She informs her boyfriends, getting up from their hold and following her brother into the house.

Isabeau quietly makes her way in and tip toes to the archway of the kitchen where Alphonse is on the phone smiling.

"You're going to love it, Marnie. Yeah, I'll see you Friday. I can't wait. " He hangs up the phone and smiles to himself.

Isabeau smirks, leaning against the archway, "Marnie Jennings?"

Alphonse jumps and turns to his sister, red dusting his cheeks in embarrassment, "Izzy!"

"Was that Lucy's younger sister? The vampire of the family." Isabeau asks, sitting down at the kitchen table, waiting for her brother's answer.

Alphonse sighs, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this anytime soon. He scratches the back of his neck and sits down next to her, "Yeah, it was Marnie. We have a, uh, date on Friday."

Isabeau smiles brightly, "Alphonse… I'm so happy for you."

Alphonse looks at his sister like she has two heads, "You're not freaking out like I thought you would be."

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "Look, Alphonse, I started dating when I was 13, way younger than you. Yes, it's weird to see my little brothers growing up so fast, but you and Eugene are teenagers now. It's honestly not the most shocking thing you could do as a teenager. Plus, Dion is only a few years behind you guys."

Isabeau smiles at him, "As long as you're happy and you treat your partner right, I promise not to be the overprotective big sister. And Marnie is a nice girl… Though, where are you guys going for your date?"

Alphonse looks down shyly, "The theater in town is doing reruns of old black and white silent movies. Marnie and I saw that it was coming up and I asked her if she would like to come with me on a date."

"And she said yes." Isabeau finished with a raised brow.

Alphonse nods, "She loves black and white movies. Marnie said that her mom has a huge collection of them on film."

Isabeau hums. She remembers Lucy telling her that her mother, Grace, had an extensive film collection. Their mother was a very old vampire and even worked on some of the movies that she owned.

"Good move, copperhead." Isabeau smirks when she uses Uncle C's nickname for Alphonse.

Alphonse groans, "I told mom and dad, but Uncle C is going to have a fit."

Isabeau laughs, "Welcome to the team. How do you think Uncle C reacted when I told him I was dating the Winchester's?"

Alphonse chuckles, "I know, Uncle C wouldn't stop talking about it for the longest time. Imagine when he finds out that all of his niece and nephews are dating."

Isabeau perks up in her seat, "Yeah, who is Eugene and Dion crushing on? I didn't get to ask any of you on the ride back home."

Alphonse shifts in his seat, "Eugene is going on a date with Orson Wednesday and Dion has been really close with Harris, he has a huge crush on him."

Alphonse looks over at his sister, nervous to see her reaction. Though, with the smile on her face, his worries were washed away.

"Wait, Eugene is going on a date with Orson Vega? Gabriella's second youngest brother and werewolf?" Isabeau asks.

Alphonse nods, "Yeah."

Isabeau takes a breath, "And Dion has a crush on Harris Castro; Skylar's second youngest brother who is a shapeshifter?"

Alphonse nods again, "Yeah, Izzy. We know we're all still young and finding out who we are but-"

"Alphonse." Isabeau interrupts, scooting a little closer to her brother, "You don't need to know who you all are so young. You're growing up, experimenting."

"But you came out when you were 14!" Alphonse retaliates, "You knew that you were pansexual and you were confident about it."

Isabeau smiles softly, "You're right. But, even now I still question who I am. I identify as pansexual cause that's the label I feel the most comfortable with. Even with dating both Sam and Dean, I can identify still as pansexual, but can also identify as polysexual or polyamorous."

She continues, "You don't need to label yourself right away. There are people well into their 40's, or hell, even 80's that don't label themselves because they're still figuring it out. No matter how you, Eugene, or Dion identify yourselves, everyone will support you every step of the way."

She sighs, "So, whenever you guys are ready, I will be proud of you. And not just me, mom, dad, Uncle C, Nanna, everyone who loves you will be proud of you."

Alphonse stares at his sister for a moment and then jumps out of his seat, hugging his sister tightly, "Thank you, Izzy."

Isabeau hugs her brother back just as tight, "Always, Alphonse." She then chuckles, "Out of all of us, I'm the one that is dating not one, but two humans."

Alphonse chuckles, "Yeah, but Sam and Dean are good humans, can't wait for them to be my brothers-in-laws."

Isabeau's eyes widen, "Woah, slow your roll. Marriage is a big step, big guy. I would love to marry them, but things are just crazy right now. Once yellow-eyes is gone, then yeah, we might take a break, get a little house, and yeah…" Isabeau trails off.

She knew that if things were different, the talk of marriage would be brought up all the time. Heck, maybe even the talk of children.

Isabeau clears her throat, "Come on, we need to finish up our s'mores and then it's bed for all of us."

Isabeau guides Alphonse to the back door of the house,keeping an arm around his shoulder. "Why can't we camp out with you, Sam and Dean?" Alphonse asks as they step out onto the back porch.

Isabeau looks out to the backyard where everyone else was surrounding the vampire. A good distance away from the fire was a large makeshift tent set up with a bunch of fairy lights, and with an air mattress, pillows and blankets inside. It was for the three to sleep in for the next couple of nights.

Isabeau shakes her head, "Cause the three of us need some alone time, Alphonse. I promise you, the weekend before we leave, you, Eugene and Dion can camp outside with us."

Alphonse nods and they both make their way back down to the campfire, "Are you sure you can't stay for more than a week?" Alphonse asks.

Isabeau thinks about it for a moment and then smiles in the direction of her boyfriends, "I'll see what I can do."

Mother.

Isabeau's eyes flutter open at a voice calling out to her.

Mother.

Isabeau sits up from the blow-up air mattress, looking around in confusion. All the lights in the tent were off and Sam and Dean were still asleep on either side of her. The multitude of soft blankets covered all three of their naked bodies from when they fell asleep.

Mother.

She hears the voice call out again and she cautiously crawls away from Sam and Dean, grabbing a forgotten blanket, wrapping it around her body, leaving her arms exposed to the night air.

Isabeau silently steps out of the tent, her bare feet walking on the cold grass and the moonlight acting as her only source of light. Her blanket drags behind her as she steps farther away from the tent.

She walks down to the lake, stopping where the grass meets the rocks. Isabeau licks her lips nervously as she looks around.

When she turns around she gasps at what is standing behind her.

A tall scarecrow holding a sickle is standing behind her, tilting his head at her, "Hello Mother."

Isabeau's heart races in fear as she stares at the scarecrow, "Vanir." Isabeau gasps at the sound of her voice, it seemed louder and it sounded like it was slightly echoing.

"I see you remember me, Mother."

Isabeau nods, "I thought you were destroyed." Her voice was normal again, "When Emily burned the sacred tree."

The scarecrows shoulders bounce and heard him chuckling, "You brought me back. A mother always protects her children."

Isabeau shakes her head, "What? I…" Isabeau trails off, not knowing what to say. They burned the sacred tree, Vanir should have disappeared along with it, "How."

"When you spoke to me. You gave me a command and I followed it. You knew I wouldn't hurt you or your friends, and trusted me. Deep down, you had a desire to keep me alive."

Isabeau thinks about it for a moment. And he was right. Deep down there was a weird connection between them; she felt like she was responsible for Vanir, meant to protect him. It was the same feeling she got when it came to children. A motherly instinct.

"But, what about sacrifices? Don't you need them?" She asks.

Vanir shakes his head, attaching his sickle to his side, "Only when I'm bound by the sacred tree. When it burned, I was no longer tied to it, I no longer served the town. And upon your desires, I no longer kill. You changed your creation."

Isabeau tilts her head, "My desires? But, I didn't create you."

Vanir is silent for a moment, "No, you did not, but the responsibility of being our mother was passed onto you. You now can change our old ways and create a new version of us. A better version."

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Passed onto me? By who, Vanir?"

Vanir sighs, "I cannot say, my creator, made us swear that we shall not tell you until the time is right. Until you find out for yourself of who you truly are."

Isabeau sighs, "I see." She bites her lip, "How many more of you are my…"

"Children?"

Isabeau nods, "Yeah, sorry, it feels weird to say that."

Vanir nods, "Give it time, for you are the mother of many. Many old gods and pagan gods are your children."

Isabeau nods, swallowing thickly, "Gotcha. God, I'm only 24 and I'm being told I'm a mother of gods. No pressure or anything."

Vanir places a comforting hand on Isabeau's shoulder, "Take your time. But you must know, that we will not hurt you, we will protect you. Though you might have to help a few others who lost their way."

Isabeau shifts in her spot, placing her hand on top of Vanir's, "Other gods, like you? Change the old ways and create new ones?"

Vanir nods, "Yes. Though I must ask, what would like me to do now, Mother?"

Isabeau bites her lip, "There is a mansion, a couple of towns over where my coven resides. Stay there, you will be protected as you help protect them. Can you do that for me?"

If Vanir could smile in the vessel of the scarecrow, he would, "As you wish, Mother. If you ever need me, call my name, and I will be by your side."

Vanir's hand moves from her shoulder to gently pet her head, "Goodbye, for now, Mother." Vanir removes his hand and turns to walk away from Isabeau.

Isabeau watches as Vanir disappears into the woods, leaving her all alone by the lake. Unknown to her, her eyes glow green as she whispers out, "Goodbye, Vanir."

Vanir is back baby, and he's here to stay! So, now Isabeau knows a little bit more about her role as 'Mother', but it's not fully coming to light of who she is really, or who passed down the responsibility. But, Vanir is now a good god and will be an ally to Isabeau and the coven. Also, Isabeau being a great big sister to her younger brothers. And it looks like the three will be taking a bit of a long-needed vacation... hopefully.

Also, would you guys like a character guide for this series. I have a lot of characters that I'm introducing and I don't know if it would help you guys if you had a sort of guide to all of them cause I know it can get confusing. Let me know.

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Hope you all enjoyed!