"Where am I?" Meredith asked, looking around the white room. A woman sat at a desk before her, her head down, scribbling notes down. It looked like some kind of therapy room.

"What, you don't recognize me?" the woman asked, looking up from the desk. Meredith's jaw fell agape as she stared back at the woman.

"Mom?"

"Of course, sweetie," the woman said, putting her pen down and standing up. She walked from behind the desk towards Meredith. Meredith chuckled a little to see a fountain pen on her mother's desk.

"I love those pens," Meredith started.

"Well, you didn't really think you got your good taste from your dad, did you?" she asked back. Meredith shook her head, laughing.

"Mom, where are we? Am I… dead?" Meredith asked, anxiously.

"What? No. No! Of course you're not. You're dreaming, sweetie. I came to warn you," she replied.

"Warn me about what?" Meredith asked back.

"The demons and croatoans. They're not exactly going to go away that easy… dig a little deeper, bumble bee. The answers are all there. To solve the problem you must start at the end," her mother advised.

"Mom, what does that even mean?" Meredith asked.

All of a sudden, her mother had disappeared. Furniture began to disappear as well and she was left in a white room. "Mom? Mom?" No answer. "Mom!"

Meredith woke up, panting and panicked. She looked around, running her hand through her hair. It was five in the morning. She shook her head, taking a deep breath. She got up, before leaving the room to get a glass of water. She drank her water in the kitchen before refilling the glass and taking it back into their bedroom, setting it down on the night table.

"Cannibals or those life size animal costume suits?" She heard Dean mumble sleepily.

"What?" Meredith asked.

"What was the nightmare about this time? Cannibals or those creepy life size animal costume suits that you're always afraid of," Dean asked. He laughed. "You remember that time your dad took us to the mall when were… eight, maybe nine, and someone was dressed up in those suits as one of the CareBears and you freaked out?"

"Those things are scary!" Meredith exclaimed, hitting her husband for laughing at her. "They can see you but you can't see them. You don't know who's in there!"

"You're so weird," Dean chuckled.

"Am not," Meredith protested.

"Are too," Dean said. He propped himself up on his elbow, taking one good look at his wife. "Mer, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied.

"Don't bullshit me," Dean said, calling her out.

She sighed, "I just had this weird dream about my mom. It's fine, really."

"What kind of weird dream?" Dean asked, sitting up.

"Nothing. Look, let's just go back to bed okay? I'm exhausted and I will not be responsible for your grouchiness in the morning when you say I woke you up at five in the morning," Meredith said, settling back into bed. Dean didn't say anything back because he could tell she didn't want to talk about it. He wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled up to him.

It was just a dream. There was no way her mom could be visiting her and warning her. Then again, with their lives, anything was possible. Could this have any relation to the other horrible dream she had had about losing her family? She pushed the thoughts out of her mind in attempts to fall back asleep but it was hopeless. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of security in Dean's arms. For now, that would be the remedy for sleep.

Saturday morning was upon the Winchesters and Jude was leaving early the next day. That morning, the family of six was spending the morning together having a typical Winchester breakfast. Afterwards, the boys and Dean had turned on a game and Jude was doing some laundry. Meredith had gone to get changed out of her pajamas and Victoria had gone upstairs to get ready for the day.

"Hey, has anyone seen my other load?" Jude asked only to be answered with snickers from both John and Flynn. Jude walked into the living room with the laundry basket in his hand... "The load of laundry, you doofuses! It looks like someone did laundry last night. Oh, don't look at me like that. It's a fundamental college thing, John. You come home to do your laundry. You'll see when you get older."

"Oh, don't patronize me like that," John said, rolling his eyes.

"Ooh, little Johnny using big words," Jude teased.

"Shut up!" John exclaimed, glaring at his big brother. Jude continued to laugh as he dumped the laundry out onto the ironing board that was set up in the living room and began to sort it. His mom must've done a wash afterwards, leaving a mountain of clean laundry on top of the dryer. He threw his stuff into his laundry bag until he saw something that he wished he could un-see. He froze.

Jude pinched the article of clothing by the waistband, holding it up for the rest of the men in the living room to see before saying, "I don't want to know whether this is mom's or Victoria's but either way, it's disturbing."

John looked up once, "Victoria's."

"What? No. It's definitely you're mother's," Dean replied with a small smirk.

"That's just gross, Dad. Uh uh. Not cool," Flynn said, shaking his head. "Oh, and my bet is that it's Victoria's. That looks like that shit that comes out of those girl, teen underwear stores… what's it called? Aerie?" It was black with a lacy waistband and the rest of it was solid cotton.

"Oh yeah!" John exclaimed.

"What's mine?" Victoria asked, coming into the living room. "Ew, Jude! What're you doing with my underwear?" Victoria snatched her underwear from Jude's hand crinkling it into a ball in her fist. She went over to the pile of sorted laundry, picking hers up. "Hey, thanks for sorting this. You're the best."

"You're welcome," Jude grumbled. Victoria stood up on her tip toes and kissed her brother on the cheek before heading back upstairs with her laundry.

"That's- that's hers?" Dean stammered, in shock.

"Yeah, Dad. She's not so much a little girl anymore, huh?" Jude asked. "Scares the shit out of me too."

"Wh-, since when?" Dean asked, trying to form coherent sentences.

"Baby, you look like you just saw a ghost," Meredith said, coming into the room.

"Uh, can we talk? Alone?" Dean asked, rising up from his seat on the couch and heading over towards Meredith.

"Yeah… everything okay?" Meredith asked, shooting him a funny look.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, babe. Why wouldn't it be?" Dean asked, trying to cover it up.

"Because you're being really weird right now," Meredith answered, straightly.

John laughed, "Dad found out that Victoria owns sexy underwear."

Meredith sighed, "Come here, you." She took Dean's hand and led him into their room.

"I mean… what?" Dean asked.

"Relax, Dean. I started buying sexy underwear when I was her age. It's not… it's just a girl thing. Once you get to a certain age, buying underwear is fun. You have nothing to worry about," Meredith explained.

"Yeah but do you think, you know, anyone's… seeing it?" Dean asked, growing even paler at the thought.

"No!" Meredith protested.

"She has a boyfriend," Dean offered up.

"Yeah, and they're fourteen and just started dating," Meredith pointed out.

Dean sighed, "Look, Mer, it's hard for me not to overreact. She's… our daughter. I can't stand the idea of a guy even laying a hand on her. I know what guys are like. I was one of those guys! You and I had sex early… what if she does?"

"Dean, they're not even at that point yet," Meredith reasoned.

"But they could get there. What if-," Dean started.

"Dean, you're going to drive yourself crazy," Meredith sighed.

"I feel like I should say something to her. You know… like we did with John. Let her know if it's okay if she has any questions… safe sex talk… in her case, please wait till you're forty talk," Dean said.

"No," Meredith said back.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Sit," Meredith ordered.

Dean sat down before asking again, "Why not?"

"Because you're her dad, Dean. It's hard enough to talk to your mom about these kinds of things but her overprotective dad? I know you, Dean. You'll freak out and she'll get mad at you because she'll feel like you're trying to limit her and/or are jumping to assumptions, which you are. Then she'll play the double standard card and you won't even know what happened. You'll get even more overprotective and the two of you will be cranky around each other for the next few days. Look, Dean. It was hard enough for her to tell you she was dating him. She knows how you feel about guys that date her. I know you want to say something to her, but for all of our sake's, would you let me do it?" Meredith asked back.

He sighed, "Why can't I-?"

"Because I've been scarred for life after your dad's safe sex talk," Meredith replied.

"Touché," Dean sighed, admitting defeat.

"There is nothing you need to get worked up over, okay? Trust me," Meredith said, climbing onto the bed and behind Dean before beginning to massage his shoulders.

"Mm, babe that feels good," Dean smirked.

"I thought I'd relax you after you got all worked up over the underwear thing," Meredith replied, kissing him on the cheek once.

"My baby thinks of everything," Dean said.

"That she does," Meredith answered.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Meredith shrugged.

"You just seem a little… distant today," Dean said. "I mean earlier at breakfast today you were kind of quiet. I couldn't help noticing that you seem a little off. You know, in the best way possible of course." Meredith laughed at Dean's attempt to soften the edge on what he was saying.

"I'm fine. It was just a really weird dream. That's all," Meredith said.

"Huh," Dean sounded, unconvinced.

The doorbell rang and Cole went to get it. "Just a minute," he called as he walked down the hallway. Who the hell was here so early in the-. A wide grin spread across his face as he saw Greer standing in the doorway.

"What're you doing here?" he asked, speechless.

"And they sent you for the welcome wagon? They should really work on that," Greer said.

"Oh my God," Cole smiled, pulling her into his arms immediately.

"It's good to see you too," she smiled back. Greer pulled away to take one good look at him. God she had missed him.

"You couldn't have called?" Cole asked, still in shock.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Greer shrugged.

"Well, it's a good one. How was everything with your mom? Was it weird? Or good? How are you?" Cole asked, eager to reunite with his… well, he wasn't sure what they were anymore.

"Slow down, Curious. I'll tell you all about it later but right now, God, it's so good to see you," she sighed, happily.

"Come in," Cole said. Greer stepped into the house and he closed the door behind her. They ended up settling down in the living room. There was an awkward silence between the two of them as they stood there. Greer had put her stuff down on the floor.

"So that was some kiss," Greer started, breaking the silence.

"Wha-? I mean, which one?" Cole stammered. Well, she was straight to the point.

"Both," Greer answered.

"Greer-," Cole started.

"I've missed you," Greer said, before closing the gap between them, kissing him for the first time in a while. Cole smiled into the kiss before kissing her back. They shared the kiss until Cole finally pulled away.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Thank you… I miss you… I don't know," Greer shrugged and for once in all of his time knowing her, he saw her blush. "Come on. Do you want to hear all about the trip or what?"

"Yeah," Cole replied. "So what was it like, seeing your mom? I still don't know how you found her."

"A hunter has her secrets," Greer replied. She smiled. "After all this time, it was surprisingly great…"

~Flashback~

There was a knock on the door and Greer waited impatiently on the porch. Would she remember her? What if she didn't want her to be there? Maybe this was a bad idea…

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, giving Greer a good look.

"Are you Maggie Lawson?" Greer asked, nervously.

"Yes," the woman replied.

"I'm your daughter," Greer said. The woman just stared back at her, her jaw dropped. "It's me, Mom. It's Greer. I know that this is sudden and I probably should've called but I tracked you down and there are a lot of things I need to explain first but-."

"Oh my God," the woman gasped. She shook her head, tears in her eyes. "All this time I've been wanting to reach out to you but… but your father made me promise-."

"Dad's dead," Greer said, cutting her mom off. An overwhelmed looked washed over her mother's face before she spoke again.

"Come inside, sweetie. It's so good to see you," she smiled, pulling her daughter into her arms.

"You too, Mom," Greer replied, smiling a little back.

~End Flashback~

"You just showed up out of the blue like that? Damn. That takes guts," Cole said, amazed.

"Yeah. But it was great. You know I have a little step sister and brother? It's so weird. She- she has a whole other life over there. She started a whole other life when she left us…" Greer trailed off.

"You okay?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I'm not going to interrupt. You were probably doing something before I showed up," Greer replied, changing the subject quickly.

"No, you're fine. I was about to make some breakfast actually. Come join me? You've got to be hungry," Cole said.

"Always," Greer replied. Cole chuckled.

"Come on."

"Have you talked to her yet?" Dean asked eagerly.

"No," Meredith replied.

"What?" Dean exclaimed.

"Babe, I'll talk to her when she gets back from the art museum," Meredith said. "Relax."

"W-with Tyler?" Dean stammered.

"Yes," Meredith answered shortly. While she loved her husband, he was going to drive her crazy with all of this nonsense. She could understand where Dean was coming from but he needed to relax. It was scary for Meredith too that her daughter was growing up, but they had to let her some time. "They're going to see a short film."

"So… isn't short film code for movie?" Dean asked back.

"So?" Meredith asked.

"So? So? So I know what guys are thinking in movie theatres. It's a dark room… no one's paying attention. Once you've already moved past the slowly, stealthily put your arm around her step, the possibilities are endless," Dean explained, getting all worked up over it.

Meredith sighed, "They've already kissed, Dean."

"W-, well, wh-, I know that!" he declared, crossing his arms over his chest. She raised an eyebrow at him before shaking her head.

"Dean, baby, relax," Meredith said, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. "You are stressing way too much over this. Tyler is a good guy. You and I have both seen him around her and he treats her very well. He's a gentlemen. Think of Sammy! Tyler is like Sam. Do you think Sam would ever bust a move like that in a movie theatre? I don't think so."

Dean sighed, "That puts me at ease a little bit."

"Contrary to popular belief, not every high school buy out there is as sex driven as you were," Meredith teased. A smile broke across Dean's face. "Ah, a smile! I haven't gotten one of those out of you ever since the whole underwear fiasco this morning."

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed.

"I can't complain. I got lots and lots of sex out of it," Meredith said, lowering her voice.

"Lots and lots of really great sex," Dean reminded.

"Yes… that… and a modest husband," Meredith teased.

Dean smiled, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too. Promise me that you'll try to relax a little more? I know that it's hard because she's your daughter but trust me on this one, okay?" Meredith asked.

"If I must," Dean sighed, dramatically. Meredith laughed a little.

"Hey, I'm going out," Meredith said.

"Where?" Dean asked back.

"Just for a walk in the park," Meredith answered, innocently.

Dean frowned, "Don't tell me you're going to have secret meetings with Nate again."

"No!" Meredith exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything. If uh, you need any help relaxing," Dean started, strolling towards her and putting his hands on her hips. "I've got you covered, Mer." Dean bit his lip, looking her up and down. Meredith just looked at him with a look that said: Dean, are you serious, right now?

"I'll let you know," she said, pushing his hands off of her hips.

"Be safe, okay?" Dean asked. At times like these, he hated to think about her going off on her own.

"Isn't that what you should be telling your daughter?" Meredith teased.

He frowned, "Now, that's just mean."

"I'm kidding!" she giggled, kissing him once. "I won't be gone for long. I promise."

"Wacha doin'?" Cole asked, as he saw Greer sitting at the desk in his room. He had just come back from taking a shower. Cole was a morning showerer. She looked up from her laptop at him, acknowledging him with a small smile before returning her attention to the laptop.

"I'm looking for an apartment, actually. Just something I can rent out until the school year's over. You know my Mom asked me to come spend the summer with her. She said we'd keep in contact and maybe next year I'd come live with her," Greer replied.

"Oh wow. This must've been some trip," Cole said.

Greer nodded, "But I'm here now."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? This girl was the queen of mixed signals.

"Is everything alright? I've got the guest room set up for you and everything, Greer," Sawyer said, standing in the doorway of Cole's room.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Mrs. Winchester. I promise I'll be out of your hair in no time," Greer said.

"Oh don't worry. You can stay for however long you need to," Sawyer answered.

"Thanks," Greer said back. Sawyer smiled politely before leaving the room.

"So an apartment, huh?" Cole asked.

"Yeah. Then we can stop using the roof as our secret getaway. Except in this case, the apartment will be not so secret… hah," Greer chuckled.

"For what?" Cole asked.

"I don't know. Stuff like this," Greer said, before leaning in and kissing Cole. Cole pulled away before kissing her again. This time, he pulled her in for a real kiss. She pulled away, suddenly, making Cole nervous.

"Is everything-," Cole started.

"The door," Greer said.

"Oh, right!" Cole said, blushing. He went to close the door but then paused. "Greer, what're we doing?"

"Kissing," she replied, simply.

"No, but I mean… we keep doing it. So… what are we doing in a sense of… you know, us?" Cole asked.

Greer just stared at him before saying, "What do you want us to be doing?"

"Look, I like you. And I think I've made that pretty obvious," Cole started. "I mean, are we together or just friends?"

"I'll be honest. I don't want to be just friends with you," Greer admitted.

"I don't either," Cole agreed, his heart fluttering. Was this it? Were they finally, after all this time, going to get together?

"Then I guess that means we're together," Greer winked.

Cole was speechless. He had been thinking about this happening for quite some time now and here it was, "I guess so."

"Now come here, boyfriend because I've been dying to kiss you again after the first time we did in the library. And after we said goodbye? Boy, you really know how to hook a girl," Greer said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"It's the Winchester curse," Cole replied.

"Apparently so," Greer smiled, leaning in to kiss Cole. He smiled back. Had that really just happened?

"I don't know what to do anymore, Mom… it's just… we were like the Brady bunch… only with knives and exorcisms but the kids never really hunted – except for Jude, but now they're all getting into it," Meredith said, as she sat, Indian style on the ground. She stared at her mom's gravestone. "It's hard to let your kids do that stuff. Do I wish we never had to teach them how to hunt? Of course. But I guess when teaching them at the center, I never truly realized what it would be like to let them do it."

"Thought I could find you here," Meredith heard a voice say. She turned around to see her husband walking towards her in the cemetery. "You weren't back yet and I was beginning to worry."

"What that demons got me?" Meredith asked back, amused.

"No, that you were having a secret tryst with Nate," Dean replied in a 'well-duh' tone. Meredith laughed.

"Nope. No secret trysts," she replied.

"I also thought you'd be cold so I brought a blanket and a thermos of hot chocolate," Dean said, sitting down next to Meredith and situating himself next to her.

"Once upon a time, I wanted to make you hot chocolate and you called me a girl scout," Meredith shot back, playfully.

"So? Sue me," Dean scoffed, jokingly. Meredith laughed, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

"So how did you find me?" Meredith asked, curiously.

"Well, after I checked the park and you weren't there, I remembered you being all weird today, and how you mentioned that you had a dream about your mom. Let's say that was enough to tell me where you were," Dean answered.

"Ah," Meredith said.

"I thought I told you not to stay out too late," Dean said, throwing the blanket over the both of their laps.

"You don't own me," Meredith said back, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Only in bed," Dean smirked, kissing the top of Meredith's head as he sat down next to her.

"Dean! Not in front of my mother," Meredith hissed, teasingly.

"Sorry. Hi, MIL. Good to see you too," Dean said. "Don't you worry at all. Your daughter's beautiful and I love her very much. No monkey business, I promise."

"MIL?" Meredith asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Mother-in-law. Duh," Dean replied.

Meredith chuckled, "Alright, alright." She leaned her head on Dean's shoulder. Dean sat there, holding her for a while before finally speaking up.

"Meredith, what was so bad about this dream?" Dean asked.

She sighed, "I uh… she came to me in this dream and told me she had a warning. She said that this whole demon/croatoan army is a lot more serious than we thought."

"Oh," Dean said.

"Look, I'm scared, Dean. What if we lose it all?" she asked.

"We won't, Mer," Dean said.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"I can't. But if I have any say in it, I'll make sure that we don't," Dean replied. Meredith nodded and prayed that he was right.