"That should be good enough. Everyone ready?" Greer asked, finishing up the spray painted demon trap that she had done on the floor of the library. She was happy that it wasn't carpeted because if it had been, they had no idea how they'd clean this up. She threw the rug over it so that they demons wouldn't see when they came here.

"Yep. Devil's traps are done," John replied.

"So now what?" Cole asked.

"We wait," Greer answered.

"You know, you're actually a really good dancer. I had no idea," Haley commented.

Owen chuckled, "My mom forced me through years of cotillion so after being stubborn for the majority of it, I've actually picked up a couple of things."

"I see. Cotillion boy, huh?" Haley teased.

"What?" Owen asked, playfully defensive.

"I never would've taken you as a Cotillion kid, that's all," Haley replied.

"Did I forget to mention that my mom forced me through it," Owen reminded.

Haley laughed, "No, you mentioned that part. I uh, just find it funny. Me and… well, my entire family – the idea of any of us doing cotillion is hilarious. I know I'd feel so out of place."

"I don't know. A pretty girl like you would fit in right away," Owen said.

Haley laughed, "Did you just use a line on me?"

"Haley, you're calling me out on my best material here," Owen joked.

"Your best material? Wow, if I were you I'd get some new material," Haley teased.

"I don't know. It seemed to work on you when I asked you to this dance," Owen pointed out.

"Yeah, but that was cute! Not… cheesy," Haley giggled. "Hey uh, if you don't mind me asking, why did you ask me to this thing anyways? I just-, we don't really know each other that well… not that I haven't enjoyed getting to know you. I have."

"No I don't mind," Owen shrugged. "I don't know. Like you said, we don't really know each other. Thought we could get to know each other."

"I see," Haley said.

"A girl that can school me in football trivia… you kind of knocked my socks off," Owen said.

Haley smiled, "I grew up playing football in the backyards of family's houses during every single event we had. My family is made up of mostly boys so after every meal it'd be: hey, let's go play some football! Or something like that so my cousin and I grew up learning to play football. We were never girly girls that played wedding or anything. That's why the idea of cotillion is so funny to me. It's nothing about you."

"No, I gotcha," Owen nodded.

"Hey, if you didn't get much out of cotillion, at least you can say you're a gentleman," Haley pointed out.

"You think I'm a gentleman?" Owen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Haley answered, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Okay, how long is it going to take for these guys to get here? I mean, you're with two Winchesters! Shouldn't that be enough to provoke it?" John exclaimed, itching to take out some evil sons of bitches that were threatening his family. He put two and two together and came to conclusion that thing outside his house he saw a couple of weeks ago must've been Dylan – or at least something else.

"Dude!" Cole exclaimed.

"No, John's right. They should be here by now. Do you think they know that we're setting them up?" Greer asked.

"God, I hope not," Cole replied, nervously. There was a silence between the three of them. Greer knew exactly what to do. If she was to lure any of these demons out, she knew exactly what to do, especially if whatever demons were coming tonight were after the Winchesters.

"I've got an idea," Greer said.

"Yeah?" John asked.

"Yeah. It's just enough to piss them off. It's what got my brother to come back in the first place," Greer said.

"Well, what is it because-," John began to ask, when Greer marched over to Cole, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Cole raised his eyebrows, shocked by what was happening but went with it anyways. Ever since befriending her, he had thought about what it would be like to kiss her. Damn, the real thing was better than what he imagined.

"Okay, guys, seriously. How is that going to help?" John asked.

"I thought we talked about this," a cold voice sneered. John turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the tall, dark haired man with black eyes.

"Told ya, it'd work," Greer smiled, satisfied. Just then, three other demons appeared behind him, the same angered, determined look on their faces. John knew it was time to put his game face on. His hand found the demon killing knife in his pocket, clasping his hand around it, ready for battle. This was it.

"Greer, have you been working with them?" the man asked, shocked and hurt.

"You really think you could abuse me, abandon me, and then expect me to help you kill the one person that's ever made me feel a part of something? Jesus, Dylan, you've got some high expectations there," Greer shot back.

"We're family," Dylan spat back through a clenched jaw.

"We're not family, Dylan. Ever since you left, we haven't been family. You came back and I knew my brother had been gone a long time ago," Greer replied.

Dylan began to laugh, "Alright, I'll quit the brother act. It never worked anyway. Kill them. All of them." The other demons nodded, before charging at them. Show time.

John immediately went for the demon that was going after him. He began to kick and punch but the demon was just as good. This only made John nervous. He tried to keep fighting but ended up getting knocked down. John took a deep breath, immediately hopping back up. Don't be tense. Be ready. He could hear his dad saying. Just feel it. When he contracts, expand. When he expands, contract. He could hear his mother advising. You know what you're doing, John. You've practice for this. Just do it!

And it was as if John had the upper hand. He imagined being back in the training center. He could do what he wanted to. He was safe. The demon's eyes widened as he began to realize that the tables were turning on him. John threw his best right hook, knocking the demon to the side. John saw that he was vulnerable. He kicked the demon in the side and then, when the demon was bent over, grabbed him by the shoulder and stabbed the knife into him. The demon's face lit up, electric sparks running through him as he collapsed to the floor, bleeding out, dead.

The thrill had been incredible. He was really hunting. All the practice wasn't just practice anymore. This was the real deal. John glanced over to see that Cole was holding his own as well. Cole had fought the demon into one of the demon traps. Cole began the exorcism, focusing, and soon, the demon was gone too. The lifeless body collapsed to the floor.

The demon Greer had been fighting had her cornered. He was going in for the kill when she whipped out her gun and shot him. She knew it wouldn't do anything since he was a demon, but it was worth the distraction. To her surprise, the body fell to the floor. There was a cool laugh that bounced off of the walls. John and Cole exchanged glances. What? Suddenly, Dylan came to the forefront.

"Bravo!" Dylan exclaimed, clapping slowly. "It's three against one. Now, we're just going to have to do something about that, now won't we?" With a flick of both of his hands, John and Cole were pinned up against the wall, struggling against the force that was holding them there.

"Dylan, stop it! Let them go! Dylan!" Greer yelled.

"Would you look at that? It's just you and me, sis. And with a flick of my hand it really could be. I could snap their necks in an instant," Dylan said.

"Don't. Please, don't. I'll do anything. Please," she whimpered.

"Don't be so hasty, Greer. I've got plans for you and these boys. This is only so you'll agree. I've got your boys in the palm of my hand. You have to do what I say now, don't you?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face.

Greer clenched her jaw, "You're disgusting!"

"Oh am I?" he asked, tightening his grip on Cole. Cole gasped, coughing for air.

"Dylan, stop it!" she screamed.

"Alright," Dylan smiled evily, loosening his grip. "They won't be of use to be if their dead. Just thought I'd show you what I can do."

Greer shook her head in disbelief. Her brother had never been a cold blooded killer but the demon that was her brother was sickening to see, "What do you want me to do? I'll do it. Just them go. Please."

"I knew you'd break. I know you, Greer. You were always the weak one. You'll do anything to protect those you care about, which is why it came as such a surprise to me that you turned our back on me, your brother, to help… these… Winchesters," Dylan said, his voice coated with venom as he said the name Winchester. "What would Dad say if he could see you right now?"

"Shut up!" Greer spat.

"Feisty as always. Greer, I've got a little proposition for you. I'll let your boys go if you join us," Dylan said.

"Us?" Greer asked. This was it. She was going to get to the bottom of this and the Winchesters would be here to hear it.

"Yes. We'll turn you," Dylan replied.

"What do you mean?" Greer asked, scared.

"The croatoan virus," Dylan reminded.

That's when it hit John. He remembered his parents talking about the croatoan virus. It was something that turned humans into demonic like creatures, only the croats could be killed by gun. They weren't as resilient as demons were.

"Okay," Greer agreed. Dylan smiled wickedly. "Under a few conditions."

"Fine," Dylan agreed, his lips pursed.

"First, let them go," Greer said. Dylan flicked his hands and the two boys were off of the wall, falling down on the floor with a thud. Cole rubbed his head. Damn that hurt and there hadn't been anything to break the fall either. He and John were still trying to recover.

"The other one, explain to me what happened," Greer said.

Dylan nodded, "I was killed on a hunt before Dad died, but when he died, I was offered a chance to come back and take care of you."

Greer shook her head, "And somehow I don't believe this."

"They told me that I could come back and look after you and that together, we'd get the chance to do something good – something great even. They said if they brought me back, you and I would band with many other hunters that… had a bone to pick with someone and that we'd get our revenge. They said they'd bring me back and give me the power to get revenge on the Winchesters," Dylan explained.

"Who's they?" Greer asked.

"The first," Dylan said. Greer raised an eyebrow. "The first demon ever created. He's been in hiding ever since things started to calm down in the underworld. You want to know why? We're plotting something big, Greer. We take out everyone who hurt us… killed our family members. So join us. We'll train you and once you get this sick idea that the Winchester are good, we'll make an appearance. Do what I came here to do tonight."

"No," Greer whispered, shaking her head. A tear rolled down her face.

"You sure about that answer?" Dylan asked, clenching his hand. Suddenly, there were choking noises coming from Cole.

"Stop it! I'm sorry. I'll do it!" Greer screamed, desperate. There were tears streaming down her face as she wiped them away. She sniffled and then held her ground.

"Sorry, can't hear you little, sis," Dylan smiled, wickedly.

"I'll join you and your friends. Turn me. Change me. Do whatever you have to do just don't hurt Cole and John," Greer whimpered.

There was a gunshot that rang out through the room, causing Greer to jump.

"Ouch," Dylan said, dryly. Cole gasped for air, only to find that Dylan no longer had a hold on him anymore. Dylan looked up at John, who was standing on his feet with a gun aimed at him. John's parents had told him they could kill croats with a gun. After that story, he didn't know whether Dylan was a croat or a demon, so he figured it was worth trying.

"Nice try, kiddo. The thing is, I'm not a croatoan. The First took souls from heaven and hell, offered them the position, and they created the army so uh… that little toy you've got there won't work on me," Dylan said, slamming John against the wall. John fell onto the floor, trying to regain his strength. "Now where were we?" He turned to Greer and she had a strong look on her face. She nodded.

"Okay. I just, can I sit down for a moment. Just before we go," Greer said her voice shaking. She grabbed a chair and sitting it down on top of the rug, sitting down on it and burying her face in her hands. She took a deep breath, really shaken up.

"It's alright. You'll be safe with us," Dylan said in a soft comforting voice, going over to his sister and putting a hand on her shoulders. John knew exactly what Greer was doing. Damn she was good. He smiled. She had her brother in the palm of her hand.

"Really? I don't know if you should mention and us because it doesn't look like there'll be much of that anymore," Greer said, standing up and walking off of the rug. Her brother tried to follow her but stopped.

"You little-," he started.

"Bitch? Yeah, I know," Greer smiled, happily.

"Devil's trap," Dylan growled.

"If Dad could see me now? What about you? Dad would kill you right now if he could see what you've done. What you've become, Dylan. It's sick," Greer spat. "I'm just going to have to hope and pray that I'm strong enough to do what he would do."

"Greer, I'm your brother," Dylan started.

"I thought you said we were done playing the family card," Greer shot.

Dylan growled, "I swear to God, I'll kill you. Working with the Winchesters… they've only caused our family pain! How could you? How dare you!"

Greer just stood there. She knew what she had to do. She was so afraid. How could she kill her own brother? But then she reminded herself that he wasn't her brother. You've done this so many times. You've killed so many demons, but this is different. Just pretend he's not-, oh, that's no possible. He's you brother,Greer thought to herself.

"Greer, he's not your brother. Your brother was gone a long time ago. Just do it!" Cole shouted.

"I swear to God, when I get out of this you're first, Winchester. I'll kill you first. But it won't be quick. I'll turn you inside out. Let the whole world hear your scream before-," Dylan shouted at Cole. Greer couldn't take it anymore. She ran at him, stabbing the demon killing knife into him. His eyes widened as he looked at her and then down at the knife. He looked back at her. "Mom's knife."

"Yeah. She'd to the same thing too if she could see you right now," Greer said coldly.

And then his body fell limp as he collapsed to the floor. John began to get up and Cole hopped up, sprinting to Greer's side. Greer looked down at her dead brother. All of those times that he had been there for her when they were kids… but he wasn't that same guy anymore. She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out what a loud sob.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she cried.

"Shh, it's okay," Cole said, pulling her into his arms.

"Cole, I-, I can't breathe," she stammered, sobbing into his chest.

"It's okay," Cole said, rubbing her back and just holding her close.

"I'll deal with the bodies. Take care of her," John said. Cole nodded in agreement.

"This is me," Greer said, as Cole's car came to a halt outside of her motel room. Instead of getting out, she just sat there.

"Look, I really don't feel comfortable leaving you alone tonight," Cole started.

"What? Are you trying to get into my pants now, Winchester? You and me in a motel alone tonight?" Greer teased.

"Greer," Cole warned. She sighed. He cared about her so much. It was astounding, really.

"I don't really want to be alone tonight either," she confessed.

Cole nodded, "Come back to my house. I'll explain it to my parents and they'll understand. Besides, Dylan said that this group of demons and croatoans or whatever had big plans. I think we should get them involved. They know what they're doing… a hell of a lot more than John and I do. You could stay with us."

"You think it'd be okay?" Greer asked.

"Yeah," Cole nodded.

"Okay. I just don't want to impose, especially since my brother was after your family," Greer said.

Cole shook his head, "It's okay."

"Okay," Greer said. Cole backed out of the parking lot, heading to their house. They didn't say much during the car ride. They just listened to the music that was playing over the stereo. Finally, they reached Cole's house and parked. Cole and Greer got out of the car and walked up the porch into the house.

"Cole, you're home early. Oh my God, you're bleeding. What happened?" Sawyer asked, panicked as soon as she saw her son.

"It's okay. We're fine, Mom," Cole said.

"Sam!" she called.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, his eyes widening as soon as he saw Cole and Greer.

"Look, Mom, Dad, I don't want you to freak out but there's something I need to tell you," Cole started. "Can we uh… just go into the living room for this? You may want to sit down."

Sawyer and Sam exchanged glances, afraid of what was coming next. As they reached the living room, Sam, Greer and Sawyer sat down while Cole remained standing.

"Greer has been having some trouble with her brother. Uh, she came to me a couple of weeks before the dance and told me that-," Cole started.

"My brother was brought back as a demon and he came to me and told me that-, that'd I'd have to hurt your family. See, my grandfather and John Winchester used to hunt together and um, they were on a hunt and my grandfather died. My family has always blamed the Winchesters for it and so it was kind of a revenge thing. I-, I got to know you guys and saw how welcoming and kind you all were and so when Dylan approached me about hurting you, I went to Cole about it. He, John, and I came up with a plan to take them down and… that's exactly what happened tonight," Greer explained. "It was my fault. I came to them about it. Cole was just helping me."

"No one got hurt. We're all fine. The demons or croats or whatever are all dead. John took care of the clean up," Cole added.

"Yeah," Greer said. "Please don't be mad at your son. He's… he was just trying to help."

Sam and Sawyer just sat in silence, trying to take this in.

"Why didn't you come to us about this?" Sam asked.

"I didn't want to worry you," Cole replied. "And now I realize how stupid it was."

"You could've gotten really hurt!" Sam chastised.

"I know. I'm sorry!" Cole exclaimed.

"Everyone's really okay?" Sawyer asked.

"Yes," Greer answered.

"I-, Cole, what you did tonight was-, come to me, first okay? I-, you know I hate the idea of you hunting but… I don't know. I guess it's inevitable," Sam stammered, still in shock.

"I'm sorry-," Cole started.

"No, don't be sorry. What you did tonight was stupid. You should've come to us first but… but I would've done the same thing if I had been in your situation. I can't exactly punish you for that, now can I?" Sam asked.

"You're not mad?" Cole asked.

"I am mad. I-, but I think it's time I stopped ignoring the fact that we'll always be hunters," Sam said, nodding slowly.

"Sweetheart, are you staying alone now that your brother is gone?" Sawyer asked. Greer nodded slowly. "That's silly. Why don't you stay with us for now? Cole told me that it was just you and your brother. We'll figure something out but in the meantime, you can stay with us."

John had finished taking the bodies away. His parents had even taught him what to do post-hunt and he had followed their every instruction. He checked his watch. 11:58. His eyes widened and he sprinted towards the gym where the dance was still going on.

"Alright everyone. We have about a minute till midnight. How about one last song for all the couples? At midnight we'll take off our masks and reveal who's who," the DJ said, through microphone. Everyone cheered and John had just gotten into the gym. He searched the room for Renee. He saw a tall, blonde girl with a dark blue dress and hurried towards her, tapping her shoulder.

"What?" the girl asked.

"Sorry, you're not-," John started. And that's when he spotted her. He knew it was her. "Renee." He smiled, hurrying over to her.

"Five, four, three," everyone began to chant as the countdown to midnight began. John approached the girl, turning her around and kissed her passionately. "Two, one."

"You found me," she smiled, happily. Renee took off her mask staring up at her handsome boyfriend.

"Yeah, I did," John smiled back, taking off his mask.

She pulled him in for another kiss before asking, "How'd it go?"

"Good. Greer's pretty shaken up but she's in good hands," John replied.

She nodded, "Good. Come on. We should get going."

"Okay," John agreed. He was glad that the Gallaghers agreed to take home Haley, Victoria, Paige, Flynn, and Tyler. It gave him time with Renee.

John drove them back to his house, where Renee's car was parked outside. He stopped the car next to her car, before turning to Renee, "So uh, you probably don't want to come in. I have a feeling my parents know and knowing them, they'll be pretty pissed."

"Mm, sorry. Good luck," Renee said back.

"Thanks. Look, I'm sorry about tonight. I know I couldn't spend it all with you. Trust me, I wish I could've," John said.

Renee shook her head, "It's alright. The time we did have together was so fun."

"So you still had a good night?" John asked.

"Yeah, of course," Renee replied.

"Alright, so uh, I'll see you at school or something?" John asked.

"Sure. I have a feeling stopping by tomorrow may not be such a good idea," Renee answered.

"Yeah. I have a feeling I'll be grounded for years after this," John groaned.

"Well, does this make it any better?" Renee asked, kissing John, long and passionately. He smiled, pulling away.

"Yeah. A couple more minutes and I may even be set for the rest of the years I'll be grounded for," John smirked.

Renee giggled, "I have to get going. Call me and let me know how it all turns out."

"Okay," John said.

"And you do owe me an explanation about tonight," Renee reminded playfully.

"I know. I'll tell you all about it," John said back.

"Mkay. Goodnight," she said.

"Goodnight," John replied, kissing her once more before Renee got out of his car and into hers. He made a three point turn before going into his drive way, Renee driving back to her house. John parked, got out of his car, and locked it before going into the house. As soon as he got into the house, Dean and Meredith were waiting for him in the living room.

"I take it you know," John said.

"Sam and Sawyer called," Meredith nodded.

"What were you thinking?" Dean exclaimed.

"I-, I don't know! That Cole needed my help," John defended himself.

"And you couldn't come to us first?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes at his son.

"No! Okay? I thought we could take care of it ourselves and we did, Dad! Geez, I don't know why this is such a big deal. Isn't this what you've been training us for? I mean, why learn how to do all that stuff without actually being able to use it? I just don't get it!" John exclaimed. Dean and Meredith just sat there. He did have a valid point.

"Yeah, but you could've told us first," Meredith replied.

"Yeah, but then you would've gotten involved," John replied.

"And what's so wrong with that?" Meredith asked back.

"I-, I don't know. We thought it was just a simple demon thing but…" John trailed off. "We thought we could take care of that on our own and we did." He sighed. "But there's more. There's… I don't know something about first demons and revenge motives and a plan and an army. So yeah, we were going to tell you eventually."

"Do you understand how bad things could've turned out? What would've happened if someone had gotten really hurt or even worse, had died?" Dean exclaimed.

"I don't know, Dad!" John exclaimed. "I did it. It's done. You can't change any of it."

Meredith didn't know what to say. She was so scared but at the same time, this had proved that John was going to be able to defend himself when something happened, "Look, John, I know we're made… we're… really mad, but I think the important thing here is that everyone's okay. I also think that we should make things clear that if you have a case, you come to us."

"Mom," John groaned.

"No! You're right. We've been training you and what's the point if you don't use it," Meredith started.

"Mer!" Dean protested.

"Wait, Dean," Meredith sighed. "The two of you… Anyways, it was bound to happen someday. I remember Jude's first case. It's terrifying, John, for us to wrap our heads around the idea that you're actually fighting. At the center it's just practice, but when you're actually out there, it's the real deal. There's no safety net or calling 'time out'. You could seriously be hurt. So we make pact. If you're hunting you tell us about every hunt you're going out on. You hear me?"

Dean sighed, "Can't say I like it, but your mom's right. It was bound to happen someday. But with this stuff, we're a family. We do this together. This isn't some private thing, okay? So something like this happens again, you tell us. We won't meddle unless someone's life is danger, but you owe us that much."

"Really?" John asked.

"Really," Meredith answered.

"Okay," John said. "So does that mean I'm not grounded?"

"Oh, you're definitely grounded," Meredith replied.

"You also owe us a full story. Sammy told me some of it and there are just too many sketchy details," Dean added.

"Alright. I'm going to go take a shower," John said. "I'll be upstairs, demon-less, hunting-less. You two have nothing to worry about."

Once John was gone, Meredith and Dean just looked at each other.

"What?" Meredith asked, recognizing Dean's pensive face.

"Nothing," Dean said.

"You think we have a new 'big bad' don't you?" she asked.

Dean nodded, "God, I wish we didn't."

Author's Note: OKAY so here's one hell of a chapter. Happy reading and sorry updates are so slow. I will hopefully write some more soon. Reviews are much appreciated!