Altmar, Minnesota

Over the years,Matt had come to know all the different traits of being drunk. Know Bobby and Joshua, they got mean. Joshua was the biggest contributor to the "Swear Jar" in it's hay day. His dad got really pissed and angry, but Caleb well he got real emotional and at times very silly.

"Your last name's not Campbell silly." Caleb informed him clutching onto the paper recite, "its Winchester."

Matt was nearly eighteen when he got his first credit card, his dad's rule never sign your real name paper trails are easy to trace. It was then in habit he wrote his middle name down as his last. Campbell was a common last name it fit. Nobody every questioned it.

"Caleb, come on you're drunk." Matt pushed the older man onto the bed, before his phone rang.

"Hello?" Matt answered.

"It's John." A gruff voice answered, his father called every night.

Matt's back instantly straightened, "everything okay sir?"

Leaving hadn't been an easy thing for him, it scared him more than he was willing to admit. That fire left him with more than a fear of the dark, more anxiety of his family leaving, or being consumed in the flames that took his mother.

"Well aside from your seventeen-year-old brother sneaking in at the creak of dawn, I swear he's gonna have a trail of kids by the time he's twenty."

Matt rolled his eyes, wouldn't be the first time Dean snuck in. Hell Matt could still remember to this day, an twelve-year-old Dean finding the box of condoms in his own bag(a gift from Caleb) and wanting to know what they were.

"That or arrest warrants." Matt muttered underneath his breath.

"Where are you?" If his father heard him, he didn't have a change in his tone of voice.

"Minnesota. Caleb and I are hunting a shapeshifter or Wendigo or something campers have gone missing."

"Flame-

"Thrower, I know my stuff."

"Be careful."

"You too, Dad. We should meet up, it's almost Thanksgiving."

Matt could hear John snort, holidays weren't hallmark in their families. Especially not Thanksgiving, the dial tone was the only good bye he received.

SPNSPN

"Why can't we just stay here?" Sam Winchester demanded despite his father's face being masked by the newspaper he was reading.

Dean and Noah glared at each other, both were sweating and annoyed by the lap their father had made them run. Sam pounded on table, his milk on the side went crashing to the floor and shattered.

"Samuel." John growled out.

"Well if you had-

"Pick it up Sam, be careful it's glass. And then the three of you go pack your bags we're heading North."

Sam growled and gave his father a nasty glare as he bent to pick up the remains of the glass before throwing them in the trash and stomping off, while to the dresser. Motel rooms didn't really provide anywhere to stomp off to.

Noah stood before walking into the bathroom and locking the door. Leaning against it she called out his name softly, waiting for him to appear.

"Noah? What is it?"

"I just wanted to see you before we leave again."

Tom grabbed her shoulders, "Noah I could find you anywhere."

"In a haystack?"

"Yes."

"In the middle of the Sahara desert? Choking on my last breathe desperate for a sip of water?"

Tom gave her a look.

"What crazier things have happened before!"

"Yes, even then I would find you. Noah go to your family, you promised me you'd try and act like a normal human being who socializes."

"But I'm not," Noah grabbed his arms, "nor will I ever be, not since I was two. My family hunts monsters I'm meant to be un-normal. And even now that a Reaper is my best friend." She chews on the side of the mouth when she says this, but lately she wanted him to be more.

Some days she could imagine his hand gently caressing her hair, or laying in a field with her head on his stomach. It left her awake at night just thinking about it.

"Noah?" John knocked, he coughed, "it's not your uh…hmm time of the month is it?"

Noah felt herself blush, at first she tried to hide it from them, but supplies cost money. Money she never had.

"No. Dad I'm okay."

"Try and be normal." Tom gripped her hand and left.

She stood staring at the empty space that once was him and in that moment she was almost positive she loved him. She was sure of it. When she walked out of the bathroom, Dean and Sam had their bags packed and John was outside with the car.

"What are you smiling about?" Sam asked.

"I'm just smiling Sammy, is there nothing to make you smile Grumpy?"

Sam stared at her, but didn't say a word as he watched her begin to pack her bags.

"Are all girls like that?" he asks turning to look at Dean.

"No just Noah," Dean patted his back, "since when are you interested in girls?"

Sam scratched his neck and looked away from his brother. John walked in the door.

"Aw, Sammy's growing up!" Dean said in a mock baby tone.

"Don't tease your brother Dean," John stated seeing a fight already emerging between the two, something the splitting in his head couldn't take, between the worrying about his oldest son off with Caleb and everything else it was a wonder it didn't explode.

A/N: sorry, romance isn't really my strong point. What should this be called? Was it horrible? Let me know. Would anyone be interested in a short maybe a two-shot focusing on the days after the fire with Matt and Noah? And the others?