"Ughh!" Renee groaned, slamming her phone down on the table and sighing out from frustration. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She had just finished planning the masquerade dance already and was trying to work out all of the little details, which happened to be very frustrating. This was not how she pictured her Saturday morning.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Molly asked, as she came into the kitchen, spotting her daughter at the dining room table with papers sprawled all over the place, her laptop open, her face in her hands.

"It's not like I haven't planned a school dance before but this is just hectic! I'm trying to plan this and my friends keep bothering me about hanging out when I already told them I had plans with John tonight. That too. I have plans with John tonight and I feel like I'm just going to explode!" Renee sighed.

Her mother chuckled, "Sweetheart, you're student body vice president. Of course you're going to have a lot of responsibilities."

Renee chuckled, "I mean, before I started dating John things were busy but people I don't even know say hi to me now and it's just weird!"

"You know that's how I met Meredith. She started dating Dean and Dean was a friend of my boyfriend and so we ended up going in the same homecoming group together. You never know. You could meet your new best friend through John," Molly added.

"Yeah, that's true," Renee said.

"Get used to it, sweetie. We're Walsh girls and Walsh girls are always it girls," Molly replied.

"Okay, Mom," Renee chuckled, rolling her eyes a little, before returning to her work. Once her mom was out of the room, she double checked that her mom had gone elsewhere before she woke up her laptop, quickly googling her mother. She knew it was strange, but ever since her mom had mentioned being an it girl, she was curious about her mom's past. She typed in: Molly Walsh.

The only thing that came up was pictures from her mom and dad's wedding. She had seen pictures of their big, white, fairytale church wedding in photo albums, but to see her parents' pictures posted on the internet and gossip columns humored Renee. Renee retried the search, typing in 'Molly Owens' instead of Molly Walsh. Renee's eyes widened as a lot more popped up in this time's search results. There were little blurbs in Page Six about an upcoming designer, dated all the way back to 2002. What surprised her most were the blurbs in fashion blogs dating back to the late 90s, early 2000s about her mother being a model. She scrolled through some of the editorial photos. Her mom was right. She really had been an it girl.

"Hey, I'm going to start on some breakfast. Do you want anything?" Molly asked, coming into the room, causing Renee to practically jump out of her seat. She quickly clicked out of the browser she was on, and turned the laptop off. "You're jumpy. The stress is really getting to you, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Um… breakfast. Right," Renee said, quickly changing the subject. "I actually had a bowl of cereal earlier when I woke up but if I get hungry again, I'll probably just have a banana or something. Thanks anyways, Mom."

"Alright. I'll leave you to your work," Molly replied, eyeing her daughter suspiciously, before leaving the room, back into the kitchen. Renee made sure her mom had left the room before opening the laptop back up and resuming her search. She was so curious that she couldn't help herself.

Across town that morning, Jude, Cole, and Greer were to meet up for breakfast to go over the plan they had so far. Jude and Cole walked into the diner that used to be the Falcon. Cole spotted Greer sitting in a booth by herself, drinking some coffee, buried in a book. John noticed too and he and Cole headed over to the booth. John slid into the empty side while Cole slid in next to Greer.

"Hey, you guys," Greer greeted, cheerily.

"Morning," Cole said back. John couldn't help but laugh. These two were so into each other and he just wanted to yell: get together already! Well, that was if he trusted her and he wasn't sure he trusted her yet. She hadn't given him a reason not to, but then again, John believed that you could never be too careful.

"Hey, I know you guys just got here, but I'm going to run to bathroom. I'll be just a couple of minutes," Greer said.

"Oh," Cole said, getting out of the booth so that Greer could get out.

"Thanks," she smiled, politely, before heading towards the bathroom. Cole sat back down in the booth, this time sliding all the way in and moving Greer's stuff to the outer edge of the booth so that it would be easier when she came back. Cole saw the look on his cousin's face.

"What?" Cole asked.

"Nothing, it's just you are so hot for her," John snickered.

"Shut up," Cole groaned.

"It's so obvious, dude," John sighed, looking around to make sure that Greer was gone. Once he was sure that she was, he pulled out something wrapped in a cloth napkin and a flask.

"Seriously?" Cole asked.

"It's not for me," John shrugged, opening it up and reaching for Greer's glass.

"Woah! What the hell are you doing?" Cole hissed, swatting John's hand away.

"Relax. It's just holy water," John replied, reaching for the glass again, only to be swatted away by Cole, again. "Dude! What's your problem?"

"What's my problem? What's your problem!" Cole snapped.

"Look, we can never be too careful, okay? I just want to make sure we can trust this girl," John defended himself.

"We can, alright? You don't need to do some… demon test," Cole said.

"You don't know that," John replied. He knew he was running out of time so he said the first think that came to his mind. "Fine. If you just let me do this, I'll stop doubting her, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Cole grumbled. He'd let his cousin do the test for him, but he was pissed that John still had a problem with Greer. John quickly exchanged the silverware with the ones wrapped in the cloth napkin, the ones that were made out of pure silver. He saw her returning and quickly grabbed the flask and cloth napkin, shoving them into his messenger bag.

"Alright, where should we start?" Greer asked, sliding into the booth, next to Cole.

"Let's just go over the whole thing. We can see where what we still need to work on," John said. Cole wouldn't look at his cousin, irritated with him.

"Sure," Greer said, opening her spiral notebook. "Alright so far I have-."

"What can I get you?" the waiter asked, coming over to the table. The waiter looked about their age. Cole instantly recognized him from his Euro studies class.

"I'll take the number two with bacon and scrambled eggs, please," Greer started.

"I'll get the same thing actually, just with sausage," John added.

"Uh… pancakes with a side of fruit and bacon," Cole said.

"Coming right up," the waiter replied, taking their menus and quickly leaving the table.

"Where were we?" Cole asked, just wanting to get through this breakfast without having to yell at John.

"Right. Okay the plan so far: we go to the school, mingle for a while, and then escape to go set up-," Greer started.

"Hey, I feel like we should have some kind of code word," John chuckled. Both Cole and Greer shot him funny glances. "You know, so that we know when we're supposed to leave and set up."

"Ignore him," Cole reminded.

"Ah," Greer chuckled, nodding once.

"Oh come on, code words are cool. Oh! Or we could have some signal like uh…" John said, coming up a long elaborate signal. By the end of it, Greer was in a fit of laughter.

"Okay, there's no way I'm going to remember that!" Greer laughed.

Cole chuckled too, although he was still mad at his cousin, "Come on, dude. Seriously."

"No, I'm serious! I mean, where's the fun in setting cell phone alarms? Our signal could be like: Cacaw!" John crowed. Greer face palmed while Cole chuckled, looking away from his cousin.

"You know, for one of the popular guys, you're kind of a freak," Greer said.

John shrugged, "No one's complainin' so far."

"Alright, I vote synchronizing our cell phone alarms," Greer replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Yeah, I agree with the whole cell phone thing. Sorry, John, but I think 'cacaw' might draw a little too much attention to ourselves. The goal is to go unnoticed, remember?" Cole reminded.

"Yeah," John pouted. He really wanted to have an excuse to crow like a bird.

Greer lifted her glass to her lips for a sip of water. John eyed her carefully as she drank the water in gulps, and Cole's eyes flickered back and forth from John to Greer. If she failed the test and was something bad, he wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to react. A feeling of relief washed over John as Greer set her glass down. No reaction. His parents had told him that demons always reacted badly when they were in contact with holy water. He had never seen it but Greer remained normal. Cole cleared his throat, glaring at his cousin while John just shook it off

"We're all memorized on exorcisms, yeah?" John asked.

"Yeah," Greer said.

"Almost. I'll bring one just in case," Cole replied

"Okay, back to the plans. So instead of going to school early to set up, we'll just set up during the masquerade," Greer repeated. "And then we wait. I don't know when they'll be coming but I think it's always good to be prepared. Remember, no salt lines except for your mom's English classroom. That'll be our safe zone. Library's the battlefield," Greer continued, looking down at her plans in the notebook that she had.

"I think we need to have someone patrolling at all times, since we don't know when they're going to come," John said.

"Yeah," Cole agreed.

"Here's your food. Enjoy," the waiter said, setting down their breakfast.

"Thanks," they all said in turn, before the waiter left.

"Wow, this looks great. I really do like this place," Greer said, light heartedly as she unwrapped her silverware from the napkin.

"Yeah. You should've seen the place before though," John started, again eyeing her carefully as she cut a piece of the waffle off, lifting it to her lips, and eating the bite of food with the pure silver fork. Again, no reaction. He smiled and sighed. He could finally stop worrying. He knew that Cole thought he had a stick up his ass about all of this, but he was just looking out for his cousin. He didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially his family.

Cole, on the other hand, was fuming right about now. He didn't understand why John just couldn't trust her.

"Alright, well, I think we're ready. John, you can get the knife for Saturday night, right?" Greer asked.

"Yeah. You have yours?" John asked back.

"Yeah. And Cole, you're training today with John right?" Greer asked.

"Yeah," Cole grumbled.

"Good. It's all set in stone then," Greer said. What made Cole angrier was that for the rest of breakfast, John was practically quizzing Greer on hunter knowledge, asking her too many questions about her past. It was like a freaking interview. He couldn't take it any longer.

"She passed your stupid test. Can we move on now?" Cole huffed.

"What?" Greer asked.

"Dude!" John exclaimed, glaring at his cousin. Greer's face fell as soon as she realized what Cole had meant by 'test'.

"It's okay. I get it," Greer said, putting her fork down. She couldn't help but feel disappointed but she understood where he was coming from. Hell, if she was this close to her family she'd do it too. She knew that John found her suspicious, and he had every right to. She was just starting to hope that he was getting over that. She wasn't quite sure what it was about this family, but they made her feel welcome. They felt like the family she had always wanted and feeling accepted by them just felt good.

"No, it's not okay! I told you she wasn't bad but you wouldn't listen to me," Cole demanded.

"Dude, I'm just-," John started.

"I don't want to hear it, John. I know we're not hunters like your side of the family, but I'm not stupid, okay? You don't need to sit here and quiz my-, my friend," Cole asked through gritted teeth.

"You know what? Fine," John said, jaw clenched as he got up out of the booth and went over to the cashier to pay before leaving the diner. He knew Cole was mad but he couldn't understand why Cole didn't see that it was for his sake. John walked down the street, his stride long and fast, before finding his car, getting in, slamming the door, and heading home.

Back in the restaurant, Cole was desperately trying to console Greer for what had just happened. He felt awful about it.

"I'm so sorry. It's-," Cole started.

Greer shook her head, "Cole, I meant it when I said it was okay. He's just looking out for you."

"No, it's not okay! He shouldn't treat you like that," Cole protested.

She smiled, "It's sweet that you care that much, but it's okay. I'm a big girl, Cole. I can take care of myself. I-, he's being a good family member. Hell, I wish someone would do that for me. I know that I should be feeling bad about it since I was the target of this whole thing, but it just shows how much your cousin cares about you."

Cole listened to her words, but they didn't resonate with him. He was still too pissed off at John to even think about the positive side.

In the afternoon at the center, John was training Cole for Saturday. Meredith and Dean were curious about Cole's newfound interest with the center lately, but they weren't going to ask.

"You still mad?" John asked.

"Yeah," Cole said.

"Let's go again," John ordered, putting in his mouth guard. Cole put his mouth guard back in too before John moved swiftly towards him, throwing a punch. Cole ducked, taking that opportunity to shove him. John staggered over a bit but regained his footing, going in for a punch, and then he kneed Cole in the side, pinning him down. John took out his mouth guard. "You're not terrible for a beginner." John knew that Cole was taking out his anger on him, but he didn't mind since Cole was learning the combat really quickly. They needed to be as prepared as possible for Saturday. Cole just shook his head, struggling and then pinning John. "Or not. Get off me." John shoved him off as Cole took his mouth guard off, shoving John back.

By now, Flynn and Victoria had stopped what they were doing, watching the two.

"This is good. I feel like we should have popcorn," Flynn said.

Victoria laughed, shaking her head.

"Dude! What the hell?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" Cole yelled back.

"Boys!" Meredith exclaimed, seeing what was going on. "What has gotten into you two?"

"Nothing, I-," John started. "Ow, damn it." The punch to the face that Cole threw actually hurt. "Nothing. I'm going to go get some ice. You can sort whatever it is out with Mr. PMS."

Meredith just stared at Cole questioningly while Cole sighed, "I'm going to get some air." Cole hurried out of the center, jogging around the building and just leaning up against the side of the building, taking deep breaths. Shortly after he heard footsteps coming towards him. He closed his eyes, just thinking. He hated that John had treated Greer like that: like she was some demon or thing that his parents used to hunt. She was more than that! He trusted her. He cared about her. He knew he was being over protective, but seeing John like that was just infuriating. He opened his eyes, disappointed to see it was John. "What?"

"Look, man. I did it because I'm worried about you. It's obvious you like her and I just wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to hurt you. I know that you care about her and I thought maybe since you do, you wouldn't see it. I just-, I don't know. You're my family, dude. We've got to look out for each other," John said. This time, Cole did listen. Greer had said the exact same thing and after getting all his aggression out, and the fresh air, he was starting to understand.

"I know," Cole groaned. "She trusts you, John. Why can't you trust her back?"

"I did-… well, I do now," John said.

Cole nodded as the two sat in silence for several moments, not saying anything.

"Sorry about the jaw," Cole said, honestly. He had never punched anyone like that and he felt bad about it.

John shrugged, "It's no big deal." John chuckled.

"What?"

"You must really like this girl, Cole. For you to get all worked up like that… I've never seen you like that, dude!" John exclaimed.

"Shut up," Cole said, shoving his cousin lightly. They stood in silence again before Cole said, "Yeah, I do. I just, I don't really know how she feels."

John shrugged, "I think she really likes you too. She wouldn't have come to you for help if she didn't and she wouldn't have been all hot and cold if she didn't either." He took a deep breath before saying the next part. "And as of today, I officially approve. I promise. No more shenanigans. I will fully trust her from now on."

Cole chuckled, "Yeah, alright."

"Hey, you," John said, entering Renee's bedroom. Renee was sitting at her desk in her room, still fascinated with her mother's it girl, socialite past life. He kissed her cheek quickly.

"Hi," Renee smiled, turning around and seeing her boyfriend. She smiled as he leaned in for a real kiss, kissing him back. "Oh my God, what happened to your face?"

"Cole," John chuckled.

"What?" Renee exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"We were over at the center today and kind of got into it. It's a long story but I'll tell you over dinner," John replied.

Renee chuckled, "Okay… should I be worried?"

"No. We worked it out," John said. John noticed what had been up on Renee's laptop. "Dude, your mom's a milf!"

"John!" Renee exclaimed.

"What?" John asked, innocently.

"Never mind. I've been looking at this stuff sporadically all day. It's just so weird! My mom was talking about how Walsh girls were it girls and stuff, and so I googled her and apparently when she was in design school, to help pay for tuition, she did some modeling," Renee said. John read the captions of the pictures and everything.

"Sorry, babe, but your mom is hot. Just sayin'," John said.

"John, it's weird to hear you talk about my mother like that," Renee said back.

"Just sayin," John repeated, shrugging.

"Fine, let's talk about your mom. Um, she's gorgeous, for one," Renee shot back.

"Yeah, you're right this whole mom talk is totally weird. You ready to go to dinner or what? I hope you haven't been cooped up in this house all day planning this masquerade ball," John said. Renee looked at him with a guilty look. "Oh yeah. You definitely need to get out. Come on. Let's go."

Renee giggled. He knew exactly what she needed, "That sounds perfect."

"Oh, and uh, about the masquerade thing… can we talk?" John asked.

"Yeah, what is it?" Renee asked, worriedly.

"Something came up. Cole needs my help. It's uh… hunting related," John said.

"Oh," Renee said. She couldn't blame him or get mad at him for that. She almost found it sexy. It was almost like she had her own superman.

"I'm really sorry. I'm still going to go and I'll be there, but uh, at some point I'm going to have to leave and help Cole out. I hope you're okay with that," John said.

Renee sighed, "I mean, I'll be with my friends, but I can't say I wish I could spend all night with you."

"I'm sorry. I really am," John said.

"I know," Renee nodded, disappointed, before changing the subject. "Come on. You said it yourself. I need to get out of the house. We should go."

"Mkay," John said, wearily. He felt bad that he wouldn't be able to be with her the majority of the night, but he'd try to be there as much as he could.