Elizabeth continued down the hall, disappearing down the stairs. The boys watched her leave, going into their own rooms once she was gone. Each room was the same, a queen sized bed against the hallway wall, a fireplace directly before it. There would be a love seat beneath the window, depending on which way the building was facing and what room you where in. There would also be an ottoman at the foot of the bed and a side table at the head. Placed on the side table were a lamp and an old-fashioned radio, one where there were only dials and AM/FM radio. A cabinet would stand opposite the love seat with a mirror placed on top. There were adjoining bathroom to each room, placed one beside the other in between the one room and the next. Everything was classic with an antique feel about it. The edges on the furniture worn, the brass faded, the sheets slightly discolored from being in the sun just a little too long.

It was homey to say the least, welcoming in the most sense, and yet there was an unsettling feeling that would poke at your gut, like you weren't quite alone. Dean ignored it, throwing his bag onto the ottoman and flopping down face first on the bed. It was like sleeping on a cloud, it morphed to his form but didn't sink below him. It was as if the bed was made for Dean. Turning his head so he could breath Dean, using only his feet, kicked off his shoes and slung his legs on the bed. Closing his eyes, Dean took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of the kitchen and the sheets below his face.

They smelled like vanilla and spice with a faint hint of iron.

Dean didn't realize that he had fell asleep until he heard a faint knocking on his door and a hesitant, "Mr. Winchester? Dinner is ready."

Dean sat up on the bed, stretching out the arm that he had fallen asleep on. It protested against the movement, pins and needles shooting up his arm and into his shoulder. Rolling it he tried to get feeling back as he opened the door, grabbed the keys, and walked down the stairs. He didn't even realize that he had never given Elizabeth his name.

Dean lumbered down the stairs, wiping his eyes to rub the sleep out of them. Sam was already in the dinning room, which was placed behind one of the closed doors Dean had seen before. He was standing and looking at a glass cabinet that was against one of the walls, taking up most of the room on the wall. Dean ignored him, pulling out one of the seats on the classic dinning room table and ungracefully sat down, one arm resting on the table with the other on his knee. Sam ignored him too, continuing to stare at the contents of the case.

The boys didn't have to wait long for Elizabeth as she suddenly burst through the door, arms full of food. Sam and Dean both reacted at the same times, each taking a dish from her arms and placing them on the table, on hot pads of course. Both of them had been taught manners and how to act as perfect gentlemen, they may have been raised by different people, but manners ran true through any Winchester, past, present, or future.

Dinner looked delicious, a pot roast that was steaming, the vapors moving slowly towards the eager boys noses. There was a bowl full of roasted potatoes seasoned in all types of different herbs accompanied by buttered green beans and warm rolls. There was a boat of gravy, a small bowl of beets and last but not least a warm apple pie that made Dean's mouth water at the sight of it.

Elizabeth sat herself at the head of the table, each boy on either side of her. Elizabeth held one hand out to either boy, raising her eyebrow at them when they made no move to take them. Shifting uncomfortably Sam and Dean took her hands, bowing their heads in respect as she began to pray, "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever and ever. Amen."

"Amen," the boys repeated after her, releasing her hands and reaching for the nearest food item. Sam and Dean piled their plates full of food, Elizabeth taking conservative amounts, just enough for her to have some thing on her plate. The boys practically inhaled the food, trying to be as polite as possible, which was very hard when you felt like you were starving.

Elizabeth just smiled as she watched the boys eat, something that could be taken easily as motherly pride.

After the boys had each finished their first plate and filling up a second one Sam asked, "So do you run this place by yourself or do you have help?"

Elizabeth put her fork down beside her plate, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin before she spoke, "No, my husband does all the hard labor. He should be back from the store soon so you should be able to meet him. He had to run to get some tar for the roof. We have a leak in one of the upper rooms and he wants to get it fixed before the holiday rush."

It must have been impeccable timing as the front door could be heard opening and a gruff worn voice calling out, "Elizabeth?"

"In here Zachariah!" Elizabeth turned towards the door to call out, a genuine smile breaking out across her face, her eyes lighting up.

A few heavy footsteps neared the door, a large frame filling the doorway. The man was about six foot but as wide as a barn door. He clearly worked outside a lot, his skin still holding the loving rays of sunshine in his golden skin. He had a salt and pepper beard, white strand of hair gracing the temples of his forehead, not a hair threatening to leave his head. His eyes were warm and kind like his wives, inviting and loving.

He walked into the room, taking a seat beside Sam. There was an extra plate that Elizabeth had brought with, apparently expecting her husband soon. He too took very large helpings of food, shoveling it down before he spoke to the boys, "So where are you boys from?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak but Dean beat him to it, "I'm from Lawrence Kansas, he's from San Pablo California."

Zachariah's eyebrows drew together in confusion, "But I thought you were brothers?"

Neither brother caught what Zachariah had truly said, Dean just plowed ahead, "We are, but are parents are sep- divorced. He went with our mother, I stayed with Dad."

"I see," Zachariah was silent for a while before he added cheerfully, "Will you boys be staying for a few days? See the town?"

"No," Dean replied hastily, seeing the expression that was crossing Sam's face, "We need to get home tomorrow. Sam has to see our mom."

"Aw come on Dean, Mom can wait." Sam looked like a kid at, well, Christmas. He was practically bouncing up and down in his seat, giddy with excitement.

"No Sam." Dean wanted to get out of this place as soon as he could. No town, no trip, no Sam. That was all he wanted this Christmas.

"Come on Dean, please?" That was when Sam hit Dean with the most powerful puppy eyes known to man. No one could resist them, not even the infamously stonehearted Dean Winchester.

Dean stared Sam down, neither one of them relenting. It was Dean who finally broke first, "Fine! We'll stay a day."

Sam practically cheered from the other side of the table, smirking as he finished his food. Zachariah smiled as he said, "You boys aren't going to regret it."

"Oh no," Elizabeth chimed in, "It's a great town. Practically perfect."