Meredith sat on the living room floor, flipping through one of her scrapbooks. She wore a big sweatshirt and some shorts that she had changed into once she got home. She slid some of the new pictures from Jude and Renee's birthday party into the photo slip in the book, but didn't do anything with them because she knew she'd have tons more pictures once Flynn developed the ones that he took. Meredith and Dean had been home for a good thirty minutes. Flynn and John had football practice and Jude was out seeing some of his old friends while Victoria was in downtown Sioux Falls with Haley.

"Hey," Meredith heard a voice say. She looked up and smiled as she saw Dean standing above her. "What're you doing?"

"Just updating our scrapbook, that's all," Meredith answered. Dean sat down next to her.

"Mind if I look at it?" Dean asked.

"Sure," Meredith answered, handing it to him. Dean opened up the book and looked through the pictures. He smiled as he started from the beginning, seeing baby pictures of Jude and John. There were pictures of them as toddlers next to pictures of the twins.

"It's scary how fast they grow up, huh?" Dean asked, looking over at his wife.

"Yeah," she sighed, happily. "Jude's off to med school next year, John's off to college, the twins just started high school. It is scary! Soon enough they'll be getting married and having babies. Hah, now I understand how Bobby felt."

"Bobby… he looks so happy right there," Dean said, stopping on the page with pictures of Bobby. There were pictures all the way back to Dean and I's homecoming picture with Bobby, pictures of me and Bobby, Bobby and the boys, and then Bobby with our kids.

"Yeah, he does. You ever think of him?" she asked.

"Yeah, a lot actually," Dean replied.

Meredith nodded, "Me too. I wish he could be here with us but I'm glad he's moved on. You know, sometimes I think about what he's doing up there. My guess is he's with his wife."

"I hope so," Dean said.

"I miss him," Meredith admitted, letting out a soft sigh.

"Me too," Dean said, reaching out for her hand. Dean didn't want to get all emotional at the moment so he quickly changed the subject. "So how are you classes going?"

"They're good. What about yours?" Meredith asked, shortly.

"They're fine. It's kind of nice to just focus on this instead of coaching football this year," Dean replied.

Meredith nodded, "Yeah. At least you had our family on the team for a good while though. Mm, we have that game this Friday, don't we?"

"Yeah," Dean replied.

"I forgot about that. God, I'm getting old," Meredith joked.

"You are not, babe!" Dean protested, a small chuckle following his words.

Dean rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand. The two of them looked down at the junction of their hands and then back up, their eyes meeting. A spark shot up Meredith's arm as soon as her husband touched her. Dean was glad that they had the house to themselves because it had been a while and he had been thinking about it for weeks now. Dean and Meredith knew exactly where this was going. How the hell did it turn into this? Dean's eyes flickered back and forth from Meredith's lips to her eyes, his mouth instantly on her, kissing her passionately.

"Dean, I don't know if we should," Meredith said in between kisses.

"We have the house to ourselves and the kids won't be back for another hour or so," Dean said.

"Oh, what the hell?" Meredith said, wrapping her arms around Dean and pulling him down top of her, on the carpeted living room floor.

Cole and John walked back from football practice to their cars in the parking lot.

"Can I ask you something?" Cole asked John.

"Yeah, shoot," John answered.

"What was up with everyone on Monday in the locker room?" Cole asked.

"What do you mean?" John asked back, hoping they could avoid this conversation. Looked like they weren't going to.

"They were talking about Renee and stuff and I honestly I've been wondering the same thing. What's going on with you?" Cole asked.

John shrugged, "Look, we're just friends, okay?"

"You sure about that?" Cole asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," John lied.

"Really? Because I highly doubt you would be able to be 'just friends' with a girl who looked like that, especially Renee. You two have always been a thing… like since you two were born. Remember how our moms used to always talk about how one day you two were going to end up married?" Cole reminded.

"Woah! Don't you think we're moving a little too fast?" John asked.

Cole chuckled, "I'm just saying. I think it's cool that you two are reconnecting but if she's just a part of one of your games… don't do that, okay, dude? She's a part of our family and I don't want you to screw that up, okay?"

John chuckled, "I won't! Since when did you get so overprotective of her? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were into her."

"What? Ew, no! She's like a sister to me," Cole exclaimed. There was a silence between the two before John said something again.

"I mean… would it be weird if I was into her?" John asked.

"Nah, not at all," Cole replied. "But if you ever decide you are, I think you might want to break whatever it is you have with Jamie off because you and I both know that Renee wouldn't be into that kinda thing."

"What?" John asked.

"Being girlfriend number 340," Cole teased.

"Shut up, man!" John exclaimed, shoving Cole jokingly.

"I'm just trying to prevent you from getting slapped, that's all," Cole defended. Just then, John's cell phone buzzed and he looked at it. It was text from Renee. God, he hoped she wasn't cancelling on him as he opened it up.

Renee: Hey, car's being taken in. Some kinda recall on it. Any way can we reschedule?

John: I can pick you up if you want.

Renee: You sure?

John: Positive ;)

Renee: Do you have to use winky faces in every conversation, John?

John: Yes ;)

Renee: Goodbye, John.

John: ;)

Renee: You're ridiculous, you know that?

John: ;)

John laughed at his cheeky response before putting his cell phone back into his pocket. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I've got to be somewhere, but I'll see you later, okay?" John said.

"Yeah, cool. Later," Cole said, as they parted ways. Cole walked back to his car and opened the right side door to the car, before putting his stuff into the car.

"Hey," he heard a voice say. Cole turned around, attempting to get out of the car, but ended up hitting his head on the top of the door.

"Ow!" he exclaimed. He blushed as soon as he saw Greer just standing there in front of his car. "Sorry. Wow, that's embarrassing."

"You're fine," Greer giggled.

"Hey," Cole said.

"I saw your car was still here and thought I'd come say hi or something," Greer started.

"Oh, yeah. What are you doing here after school anyways?" Cole asked.

"Oh! I was just walking around. Sometimes I just like to clear my mind…" Greer trailed off.

"From? Sorry, I shouldn't ask," Cole said.

"No, it's okay! Actually, I was wondering if maybe you and I could talk. I feel bad about dropping that bombshell on you. I mean, I guess I kind of thought you were a hunter and everything," Greer requested, hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. I don't have anything right now and I know a good place," Cole said.

"Okay, cool," Greer smiled.

"Cool," Cole answered, before the two laughed a little, nervously. "So do you want to just follow me over there or something?"

"Sure," Greer said. "I'm parked way over at the end of the parking lot though."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll meet you over there," Cole suggested.

"Okay," Greer nodded.

"Actually, why don't we just go over together? I mean, we're both here. I'll drive," Cole suggested.

"Sure, why not?" Greer asked, trying to hide her smile. God, if her father could see her right now with a Winchester, he'd kill her, but she couldn't stop. She knew it wasn't a good idea to be with him, but he was infectious. She liked being with him a lot. He was the clumsy kind of charming and he made her laugh. She also couldn't help but notice that he was hot as hell. Greer got in on the passenger side of the car and they drove off.

"Mmm, wow," Dean groaned.

Meredith and Dean were tangled up in each other on the living room floor. After round two, Dean had brought down some pillows and a blanket on the floor from off of the couch, and they had just snuggled up to each other. They had been laying there for a while, just enjoying each others' company, before round three happened.

"We haven't done that in a long time," Meredith sighed, blissfully.

"You're right. We should do that more often," Dean smirked.

"Hey!" Meredith giggled, hitting him playfully. "Well, when you have four kids and they stop taking 5 hour long naps, you start to run out of time for this. Parenthood is so busy!"

"Oh, please. You love it," Dean reminded.

"I do," Meredith smiled. "And now that Jude's home it feels like everything has fallen into place. It's so much work but I love having everyone home. I miss our family being together all the time."

"Yeah, me too," Dean sighed.

Just then, the front door opened and there was a rustling noise as Dean and Meredith's eyes widened as they exchanged glances.

"Shit!" Meredith hissed, throwing the blankets off of them as they scrambled to put their clothes back on. Meredith just threw her big sweatshirt that she was wearing on and then slipped her panties and her shorts on, rolling up the sleeves. Dean was too busy trying to set the room back up. They could hear footsteps coming towards the living room. "Go!" Dean picked up the remaining clothes on the floor before Meredith practically pushed him towards the bathroom, just as John and Renee appeared in the doorway.

"Hi! Renee, it's so good to see you!" Meredith said, using her enthusiasm to distract the two from any suspicions.

"Yeah, you too," Renee smiled back.

"What're you two doing home so early?" Meredith asked.

"Mom, it's five... it's not early," John said in a 'well-duh' tone.

"Right! Well, um, if you two need anything, feel free to ask. I'm just going to start on dinner soon. Renee, if you'd like to stay for dinner, you can if you like," Meredith said, her heart pounding from the adrenaline rush from almost getting caught.

"Oh, I don't-," Renee started.

"Hey, are those dad's?" John asked, spotting the boxers that were strewn on the floor.

Meredith swore under her breath as she went over to pick them up, "I think they are. I was doing laundry earlier today and I guess they must've fallen out of the basket. You know what? I should go give them to him now."

"Where is dad?" John asked, suspiciously.

"Taking a nap," Meredith answered, almost too quickly. Renee stifled a laugh that was approaching.

"You know what? We really should get studying. Bye, Mom," John said, eagerly pulling Renee upstairs. Meredith let out a sigh as soon as John and Renee were gone.

"Hey, that was close," Dean said, poking his head from out behind the bathroom door. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear before coming out of the bathroom, the amalgam of their clothes all balled up in his hands.

Meredith laughed, "Why are you still naked?" Dean shrugged. "Put some clothes on, please!"

"Why? Can't handle me, baby?" Dean smirked.

"No. Now come on!" Meredith encouraged.

The minute John and Renee got upstairs, Renee was laughing hysterically and John took a seat on his bed, traumatized.

"Oh my God!" John groaned.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help myself. That's just, oh my God, hilarious! And the look on your face!" Renee said, in between laughter.

"I think we just caught my parents having sex," John said, grossed out. "Ew… that's just, not what I want to come home to."

"I'm sorry. Okay, I'm done now. I'm sorry. Yeah, that's really awkward," Renee said, amused.

"You're getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" John asked.

Renee nodded, "Oh, hell yeah."

"You're mean," John said.

"Am not!" Renee argued.

"Okay, distract me, please! This is… I can't stop thinking about it. I think I'm scarred for life and this is the last thing I want to think about ever so… distract me please!" John begged.

"Um-, okay-, with what?" Renee asked.

"Anything!" John exclaimed, desperate.

"Alright, why don't we start tutoring then?" Renee suggested.

"Do we have to?" John groaned.

"John, you said anything," Renee laughed.

John groaned, "Okay, fine, but don't tell anyone that I actually wanted to do math. The only reason I want to do math is because this is really messing me. Seriously freaking me out! Hey, I thought you said, you'd distract me!"

"Alright, alright," Renee laughed. "Why don't we just work through your homework and I'll help you if you have any questions.

"Okay," John said, still traumatized by what he had almost walked in on.

"So how did you find this place anyways?" Greer asked, dipping a French fry into her milkshake and then eating it.

"Is that actually good?" Cole asked.

"What? Oh, this? Yeah, it's delicious!" Greer replied, pushing her milkshake filled cup towards Cole. "Here, try it."

"My cousin, John, always does this and it always seemed really gross," Cole hesitated.

"Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure? Haha, I love how this is adventurous," Greer coaxed, with a small laugh.

"I guess," Cole said, picking up one of his fries and dipping it into the milkshake. He bit into the fry and then let his taste buds deliberate. "Not too bad. And to answer your question, this place you used to be a café called "The Falcon" and a family friend of ours used to run it. She sold it after she retired though and moved to Florida. We started coming to the diner here but it just wasn't the same. I like it though and it seemed like a good place to go after practice today."

"I like it," Greer nodded. "It's a really cool place though. It used to be an old firehouse, right?"

"Yeah. Our family friend and her son used to live upstairs and everything. I guess you could say I'm sentimental… whatever, sue me," Cole shrugged.

Greer laughed, "No, it makes sense. It sounds like you practically grew up in this place. I wish I had a place like that but being on the road all the time is a bitch. You don't exactly have the luxury to get attached." Cole felt bad for Greer. She sounded like she just wanted a place to belong but since she moved around so much, there was no way for her to really do that. "It amazes me that your dad happened to get the whole apple pie life thing in the end. Most hunters don't even make it out to have that."

"How do you know so much about my dad and my uncle anyways?" Cole asked, curiously.

"During my dad's hunting years everyone knew who the Winchesters were. Hell, most of the demons out there were looking for them, leviathans too, and-," Greer started.

"Hold on. What's a leviathan?" Cole asked.

Greer chuckled, "Right. I forgot that you don't really hunt. They're God's very first beasts. They were liked away in purgatory until a friend of your dad's unleashed them. That wasn't their fault this time, though. It was definitely the friend's fault."

"Huh," Cole sounded.

"But anyways, everyone knew the Winchester. Well, that and your dad and mine crossed paths a couple of times in their hunting days," Greer said. She paused for a moment, afraid that she had said too much, but then resumed her actions.

"It's just weird because I feel like you know more about my family than I do," Cole admitted.

"Oh. Your dad never… told you about all of this stuff?" Greer asked.

Cole shook his head, "Well, it's not exactly a perfect bed time story. They wanted to keep us out of the life. I know the basics, but I've never been out on a hunt and I don't train like my cousins do. My parents don't want me in it and since I don't have to be, they try to keep us away from it as much as possible."

"Huh," Greer said.

"What about yours, if you don't mind me asking?" Cole said.

"I was raised by my dad," Greer said, shrugging it off. She wasn't in the mood for a pity party. She didn't want Cole to feel sorry for her. She hated feeling weak and vulnerable like that but that was because she was taught to always be strong.

"Yeah?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, we don't really know where my mom is. She left at an early age. She and my dad were always fighting and uh, well, one day she just never came back. My dad uh… he died four years ago, ironically, from a heart attack and not from hunting. It's just me and my brother now. He started hunting alone but he came back when dad died," Greer admitted, getting quieter.

"I'm so sorry," Cole said, reaching out to her.

"It's fine. I probably shouldn't have dropped a bomb like that on you," Greer said, retreating.

"No, no, it's alright. If you ever need to talk, I'm here," Cole offered.

"Don't worry, Cole. You don't need to be my therapist," Greer said, rolling her eyes a little.

"Right," Cole said. He was just trying to be nice and she was getting all defensive. He didn't get it.

"Sorry," Greer said. She hated feeling all open and vulnerable so she always got defensive when she felt that way. She hated that pushed people away, but she couldn't help herself. Whenever she left people in, it never turned out well.

"No, it's okay," Cole said, starting to understand her more. He saw it too – how she hated feeling vulnerable.

"Look, I should get going but can we do this more often? It's nice having a friend," Greer asked, softly.

"Yeah," Cole nodded, a warm smile on his face.

"Okay. I'll uh, just pay up at the register. I'll see you tomorrow, Cole," Greer said.

"You too," Cole replied. What the hell had just happened?

"My sister used to have this stupid purple bike and there was one time where she fell off and got all scraped up. Then we got in trouble for trying to play baseball. Oh, those were the days," John sighed.

Renee laughed, "No, that was me!"

"What? No!" John exclaimed.

"Yeah, it was. I was the one who rode the purple bike, not your sister," Renee reminded. "And that bike was not stupid!"

"Oh yeah, she had the red bike," John said. "Oh, yeah."

"Yeah, so then after I fell off my bike and your dad patched me up, we got busted for breaking the flower pot after we were attempting to play baseball. I can't believe you forgot this! I don't think I'd ever seen you so humiliated in your life!" Renee said.

"Oh my God, I do remember this. We were in sooo much trouble. I thought my mom was going to kill me," John reminisced.

"We always got into trouble together. I blame you for it," Renee declared.

"What? Me! That was not my fault," John defended.

"It so was! It wasn't for your bad aim-," Renee started.

"What? So now you're going to criticize my aim? Geez, you know, a guy's ego can only take so many blows before it's finally crushed," John chuckled.

"Hey, you could used some," Renee replied.

"What? Some blows," John smirked.

"Not like that! I meant your ego, seeing as every other girl shameless builds it up," Renee answered.

"Well you don't, but I guess that's because you're not every other girl," John said. Renee stared at him long and hard before beginning to laugh.

"Did you just use a line on me?" Renee asked, laughing.

"Yeah, so what if I did?" John shrugged.

"Hey, I thought we-, damn it. You never promised that you wouldn't try to make a move," Renee swore.

"Damn straight," John bragged. Just then, Meredith came into the room.

"Hey, your father and I just finished dinner. Renee, you're welcome to stay if you'd like," Meredith offered. John and Renee exchanged glances and John kind of nodded, as if he was into the idea. Renee hesitated. If she stayed for dinner, would the family think something? Then again, she was a family friend so maybe they wouldn't.

"I-, I guess I could," Renee stammered, like a deer in the headlights.

"Great!" Meredith smiled, before disappearing back downstairs.

"Is that okay?" Renee asked John.

"Yeah. I was hoping you would," John smiled.

"John," Renee said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah?" John asked.

Renee opened her mouth to say something but then closed it. Renee was getting sick of John's empty lines but if he really did mean it, then she wasn't even quite sure how she felt about that. What if he really was flirting with her because he liked her. Was that even possible? Would she even want that? Renee questioned if she could really trust John again but she had to admit that she did like the flirting... She had always had a thing for him, but when they were kids, it's not like that stuff actually mattered.

"Never mind," Renee muttered. "We should head downstairs though."