Author's Note:This one is a little bit of a shorter chapter, but the next one will not disappoint. It will be the birthday party one and I'm so excited to write that one. Thank you so much to everyone who is constantly reviewing! You guys are the best. I love reading each review and whenever I read them, I almost immediately want to drop everything to try to get the next chapter out.

It was another regular breakfast at the Winchester house hold on Saturday morning.

"Hey, can you pass the 'life' section?" Victoria asked, taking a bite of her English muffin.

"Yeah. Ooh, the comics! Right over here," John said, separating the newspapers before taking out the comics from the life section and handing the rest of it to his younger sister.

Meredith chuckled, "I think we've officially dismantled this newspaper."

"Yeah," Dean said in agreement, looking around the table at his family, each with a different section of the newspaper. Dean thought back to his hunting days with Sam. They were always reading the newspaper, looking for a new case, but here, they were simply reading the newspaper, just to read it. Dean was amazed at the fact that he had a completely different life than what he thought he'd always have. He had a beautiful wife, four kids… still, it was all so unbelievable to him.

"Hey, I'm going to go. I'll be back in like thirty minutes or so," Flynn said to his mom.

"Where are you going?" she asked, curiously.

"Just out. Thought I'd go talk to the new neighbors," Flynn replied.

"Oh yeah? You and Victoria both seem to be hitting it off with them," Meredith observed.

Flynn shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Alright, well just remember to be back by 11:30. We're all going over to the center together… unless you don't want to go today," Meredith started.

"I'll be back by then, Mom. No worries," Flynn chuckled.

Flynn got up from the table, running his fingers through his hair once, and headed out of the house, shutting the door softly behind him. He jogged up the driveway and along the side of the road to the house next door. With the old neighbors, he could always cut across their lawn, but he didn't really know the Gallaghers well, especially the parents, and didn't want to upset anyone. Flynn hurried up the few steps leading to the Gallagher's residence.

Flynn knocked on the door and waiting for someone to open it. It was about 10 am and he hoped that no one was still asleep. Flynn was an early riser. He definitely got that from his mom. His family was split. Victoria and John were both late sleepers while Flynn and Jude were early risers. It was funny how that worked out. He fidgeted, before the door flew open, Paige standing there in a tank top and some pajama shorts?

"Flynn?" she asked, as soon as she saw Flynn standing on her front porch. A small smile crept on her face as she greeted him.

"Hey," Flynn smiled back.

"What're you doing here?" Paige asked, curiously.

"I figured it was about time we stopped meeting like we always do and that one of us take initiative. I was uh, just wondering if you'd want to go for a walk or something. It's really nice outside and figured you and I could talk or something," Flynn started.

"Yeah, I'd love it. Let me get changed first," Paige replied, grinning.

"Okay," Flynn replied, smiling back at her.

"Do you want to come in?" Paige asked, opening the door a little wider.

"Uh… sure," Flynn replied.

"Sorry, we just finished up breakfast. My parents went out to get groceries but my brother's home. Tyler!" Paige called, as Flynn followed her into the house. The house was different from what the old neighbors had done with it, but it was nice; homey. "You can just sit in here or something. I won't be too long."

"Okay, great," Flynn said, looking around the front room of the house. Paige disappeared as Flynn heard footsteps going up the steps.

"Hey," Flynn heard a voice say.

Flynn turned around to see Tyler Gallagher standing in the room.

"Hey," Flynn replied.

"What's up?" Tyler asked.

"Not much," Flynn replied. "You?"

"Not much. Is it just you or-," Tyler began to ask.

"Just me. My sister is back at home. We had somewhat of a late breakfast. Hah, she and John are late sleepers. I swear, if everyone in the house wasn't so loud, they'd end up sleeping till 2 or 3 in the afternoon," Flynn chuckled.

"We're all kind of early risers here," Tyler answered.

"Gotcha," Flynn nodded.

"Must be nice sometimes. Something seems to always be going on at you guys' house. Here it's just… quiet most of the time," Tyler started.

"Nah, I'd take quiet any day," Flynn replied.

"So that thing on Sunday," Tyler started.

"You know about that?" Flynn asked.

"Yeah, your sister invited me," Tyler replied. Hey, that's not such a bad idea…

"Oh, gotcha. Yeah, it should start around five, but knowing my family, dinner won't start till like, seven," Flynn replied.

"Hey, you ready?" Paige asked, interrupting Flynn and Tyler's conversation. Paige wore some denim shorts, a tank top, and a zip up hoodie. She had a pair of flip flops on and he hair had been let down from the ponytail that it had been in, leaving her hair in blonde, beach waves.

"Yeah. Later, man," Flynn said to Tyler.

"You too," Tyler said back, before Flynn and Paige left the house, heading in the opposite direction of the both of their houses.

"How are you?" Paige asked.

"Good, you?" Flynn asked back.

"Good," Paige chuckled. "Thanks for asking me to go for a walk this morning. I was actually thinking about taking one earlier anyways. It's so nice outside!"

"It's no problem. I uh, I like company on a walk," Flynn shrugged, blushing a little.

"What? And none of your siblings could go?" Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They could… I just uh, thought you and I could talk for at least more than five minutes like how we usually do when we casually stumble upon each other out here," Flynn chuckled.

"Casually stumble upon? Flynn, you're starting to make me think that none of that has been casual," Paige joked.

"You're right. I'm stalking you," Flynn joked, playing along.

Paige laughed, "You're funny."

"Thank you?" Flynn replied, almost as if it was a question.

Paige giggled again, "No, it's definitely a compliment." Flynn blushed again, hoping that Paige didn't notice it.

"You know, there are some great railroad tracks just behind here. This track doesn't get used much and I love going out there and just taking pictures," Flynn said, changing the subject after a comfortable silence between the two.

"You're a photographer?" Paige asked, interested.

Flynn chuckled, "I guess so."

"What?" Paige asked.

"What?" Flynn asked back.

"How do you 'guess' that you're a photographer?" Paige asked.

"I don't know," Flynn shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "It's not like I'm really good or anything. I just like taking pictures… there are some really interesting things you find and… I don't know. It's not like I go around advertising the fact that I'm a photographer."

Paige chuckled, "Okay, I get it. But I bet you're lying and that you're probably really good at it."

"Don't count on it," Flynn replied.

"So you ever think about doing it?" Paige asked.

"What, photography?" Flynn asked back.

"Yeah, you know, for a living or something," Paige replied, casually.

Flynn shrugged, "I don't know, maybe. But enough about me. What about you? I'm sure you have some secret hidden talent that you're just dying to tell me about."

"Nope, not really," Paige giggled.

"Oh, come on! What do you like to do in your spare time?" Flynn asked, encouragingly.

"Uh… well, I draw some. I'm alright but my drawings are mainly inspired by music," Paige replied.

"Oh God," Flynn groaned.

"What?" Paige asked, a little alarmed.

"Don't tell me we have two tortured artists on this block? My family already makes fun of me enough for being one," Flynn teased.

"Hey! No one said anything about my art being all tortured and twisty. Maybe it's just full of unicorns and rainbows. Ever think of that?" Paige asked back.

Flynn laughed, "Yeah, alright. I'm jumping the gun here."

"Yes, you are," Paige pointed out. "And besides, I wouldn't mind having another tortured artist friend."

"Yeah, at least I'm not all alone now," Flynn pointed out. Paige laughed. "What?"

"Nothing. I just never thought that you'd be the type… you're on the JV football team, I've heard all about your older brother… but you're a photographer, you're artistic. People really surprise you these days," Paige observed.

"A good surprise, I hope," Flynn replied.

"Yes. It's definitely a good surprise," Paige smiled.

Paige and Flynn walked pretty far until Flynn remembered he had to get back by 11:30. They headed back, walking a little bit faster than when they began walking. Flynn walked up to his driveway and Paige came with him. By then, the whole family was loading up cars, already out on the driveway. The Gallaghers' car was back in the driveway.

"Flynn, good, you're back in time," Dean said, seeing his son.

"Where is everyone going?" Paige asked Flynn, quietly.

"Oh, it's just uh, a family outing," Flynn replied.

"Huh."

"Come on, dude. You're in my car," Jude shouted to Flynn.

"In a second," Flynn shouted back.

Just then, Kitty and Bryan Gallagher came outside of the house and noticed Paige with the Winchesters.

"Hey!" Kitty said, grabbing everyone's attention, as she and her husband made their way over to the Winchesters' driveway.

"Morning," Meredith said back.

"Paige, Tyler said you were out," Bryan said.

"Oh, I went for a walk with Flynn this morning," Paige replied. Bryan nodded, noting this.

"Where are you all of to this morning?" Kitty asked.

"Just a family outing," Dean shrugged.

"You guys know each other?" Paige asked, suspiciously.

"Yeah, we're old friends. We go way back," Dean answered.

"Oh yeah? Where from?" Paige asked, curiously. Dean then realized his mistake in saying that. He should've just lied and said no, but he wasn't thinking. That's right. The Gallagher kids didn't know anything about hunting or their parents' past.

"Oh, just… you know," Meredith started.

"College," Kitty spit out. The three adults looked at Kitty, waiting for an explanation. "Yeah, Dean and your father went to college together."

"Yeah. Gotta love Cornell," Dean lied, naming the first college that came to his mind.

"Dad, you went to Cornell? I thought you went to NCSU," Paige started.

"Well, yes, I transferred and then ended up at NCSU," Bryan added.

"We should get going, but we just wanted to stop by and say hi," Kitty started.

"Yeah, it's great seeing you guys. Actually, we're having a birthday party for our eldest son, Jude and a family friend of ours, Renee, on Sunday, if you guys would like to come," Meredith offered, trying to ease the tension from the previous situation.

"That sounds great, Meredith. We'll let you know," Bryan replied.

"Great," Meredith replied. Meredith and Dean both exchanged glances as if to say: that was a close one!

As soon as the Winchesters got to the hunting center, they all broke up into pairs or threes to work on specific training. Victoria, Jude, and all went to work on combat skills while John worked at a punching bag and Flynn was reading up on some of the journals and books that sat in the study. Just then, Dean came into the study as he saw his son sitting here.

"Hey," Dean said.

"Hey," Flynn said, looking up from his book.

"Watcha readin'?" Dean asked.

"Oh, just Grandpa's journal," Flynn replied.

Dean looked the book over with a nostalgic sentiment. After his dad died, it was the closest thing he had to him. That journal had meant a lot to him. It was even a big deal when he let Meredith read it for the first time, especially the earlier entries.

"I see," Dean answered.

"Hey Dad, can I ask you something?" Flynn asked, putting the journal down on the desk.

"Yeah, what's up?" Dean asked back.

"Why did you guys lie about how you knew the Gallaghers?" Flynn asked.

Dean sighed, "Meredith and I met Kitty and Bryan a while ago back when were hunting."

"Yeah, but so? Dad, you didn't even go to college. I mean, you took those classes, but you didn't go to Cornell," Flynn replied.

"Flynn, hunting is… messy. Your mom and I didn't want to have to teach you… all of this, but it just so happened that we had to," Dean started.

"Because of the prophecy. John and Jude needed it and we figured you and Victoria would be better off knowing how to protect yourself. You know your Uncle Sam and Aunt Sawyer hate the idea of their kids hunting – they most likely won't need it, but it's better off that you guys know how to protect yourselves," Dean explained.

"Okay," Flynn said.

"The Gallaghers haven't told their kids about hunting. They don't want to, and they want to keep it that way. That's why we lied," Dean said back.

"Oh," Flynn said. "But you just said it yourself. It would be helpful for them to at least know the basics to protect themselves, right? That's just not fair! I mean, they should tell their kids, right?"

"Some people… sometimes they just want out for good, which means no hunting, no matter how beneficial the basics are. Most hunters don't even make it to this point. Your mom and I, Sammy, the Gallaghers, we were all lucky enough to be able to get out of the life and start families. Most die before this. Hell, I thought I would. I did. Don't worry. I don't like the fact that they're keeping their kids in the dark about it either, but I think it's probably best if we respect the Gallaghers wishes," Dean replied.

"Yeah," Flynn mumbled.

"Hey, why don't you and go back out there?" Dean encouraged.

"Sure," Flynn said, standing up and closing John's journal.

He left the study, following his dad. Dean put on some gloves and held up his hands for Flynn to punch. He knew his son could use some practice. Flynn threw a punch at Dean's glove covered hands. Dean glanced over to see Meredith teaching their children some new kicks and how to do a swoop kick, knocking your opponent onto their feet. Dean smirked. He could never get over how hot his wife looked, kicking some ass.

"That's good, Flynn. Now, give me your best right hook," Dean encouraged.