Author's Note: I figured I'd spend some time on the younger kids in the Winchester family . The last few chapters have been a lot of John/Renee, Jude, and Cole/Greer. Happy reading!

Also, I have a ton of new stories I'm working to publish. Is there any way I could do a poll on here? If you've ever done a poll, advisement would be nice :). I don't know which one to start first! Also, updates should be more frequent soon. I didn't intend this chapter to be so long but I couldn't wait any longer to publish some of the stuff I've been planning next.

Last thing, I love the Gilmore Girls so the jokes are not meant to be malicious towards that show.

Monday morning came and it was back to school. Flynn was in a hurry to get to his first period class to see Paige. Ever since they got back, Paige had been weirdly distant and he wanted to at least talk to her about it. He had only seen her briefly since she got back, even though they were next door neighbors. Tyler and Victoria had gone out Saturday. What was with her?

"Hey, you," Flynn heard a girl's voice say as he felt two hands on his shoulders and someone jump up.

"Would you look at that? Just like how I like to start out my morning: with a hot blonde," Flynn joked.

"Aw, me too," the girl replied, mocking his fakely sweet tone.

"I'm not blonde," Flynn started.

"Or hot," the girl added.

"Ouch," Flynn said.

"I'm kidding. So, Flynn Winchester, long time no see," she said, changing the subject.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Flynn said. "I've been busy… you know with football and stuff."

"Ever since you got a girlfriend and gotten all popular, you've been too busy to talk to the little people?" the girl teased.

"What? No!" Flynn exclaimed.

"I'm just kidding," the girl replied. They walked together.

"So, Rose, how's it been?" Flynn asked.

"Oh, I don't know. High school's been pretty tough. I lost one of my friends to the in crowd, some of my classes are kicking my ass, and the band just lost our bass guitarist," Rose replied.

"The band lost your bass guitarist?" Flynn asked. "I'm just kidding. Sorry about the rest of the stuff too."
Rose and Flynn were the kind of friends that went in cycles. Sometimes they were really close and then other times, they'd drift apart. But when they were close, they were really close.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. We have a gig this Friday and I know you play bass-," she started.

"I don't know, Rose… this Friday?" Flynn asked, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"I wasn't going to ask you!" she replied.

"Really?" Flynn asked. "Because it sounded like you were going to."

"You're right. I was going to. So will you do it? Pretty please? It'll just be temporary and the bass lines are pretty simple. We're doing a couple of covers as well but they're all songs that I know you know. We're in desperate need," Rose pleaded.

"I-…" Flynn trailed off as they reached his classroom. He looked in to see Paige talking to some guy on the football team. Was she… flirting? "When do you guys practice?"

"Every day after school this week but just because we have a gig. It won't take long and besides, you love playing music. Remember those days when you and I hung out after school every day for like two months straight in that record store? Oh my God, we loved that place! Look, we'll have so much fun at practice, that you'll totally lose track of time. And the guys like you so you don't even have to worry about that. It's a win-win situation. You have fun, and we get to keep our gig," Rose persuaded.

"Oh God, I forgot about that," Flynn replied, sarcastically. He sighed. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it."

"Thank you! You're the best. You won't regret this. I promise," Rose said, walking down the hall towards her own class.

"You're welcome," Flynn called back. He chuckled a little before heading into his own classroom. "Paige."

Paige turned around in her seat as soon as she saw Flynn, "Oh, Flynn. Hi, what're you doing?"

"I'm in this class," he said, shooting her a strange look.

"Right," she said back. She turned away from the guy she had been talking to and watched as Flynn sat down in the desk next to her. "Sorry, I was so busy this weekend, studying, and whatnot."

"Yeah, I get it," Flynn shrugged, beginning to take out his notebook and pens.

"Right," Paige muttered. He was being strangely okay with this distant behavior. That wasn't a good sign for her.

During lunch, Flynn tried to separate himself from his family. He sat towards the end of the table, not paying much attention to them. He was having an off day and Paige's offness wasn't helping at all. He looked down the table. John and Renee and Tyler and Victoria were being all coupley. He had no idea where Cole and Greer were and was glad because he knew if they were here, they'd be all coupley as well. Haley was at a club meeting so he just sat there.

"Hey," Owen said, sitting down next to Flynn, pulling Flynn out of his thoughts.

"Hey," Flynn said back, dryly.

"Look, dude, I know guys don't really do this, but I figured as your friend, I should say something to you," Owen started.

"Okay…" Flynn said.

"So I was talking to Haley and she told me that she and some of her friends saw Paige talking to Ian. And it wasn't just like, talking, you know? Haley said they were really flirtatious. So when she told me about it, I almost didn't believe it. Team code, you know? But then I saw it for myself. You know they have a lot of classes together? I mean, Ian sucks because that's your girl but Paige? I don't know, dude… She seemed pretty into it too. " Owen confessed.

"So?" Flynn asked back, defensively.

"So, she's your girlfriend, man. What's going on?" Owen asked back. Flynn just stared at Owen. "What?"

"No, nothing. I'm just trying to figure out which Gilmore girl you are," Flynn replied in a serious tone.

"Come on, man! I'm just trying to help you out," Owen exclaimed.

Flynn sighed, "I know, I know. Thanks for telling me. Sorry. I saw it too this morning. I know."

"Look, I'm sorry, man," Owen started.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Flynn replied, putting on a fake smile. That would explain her distance. Was she into Ian or something? Either way, he was sick of it and wanted explanations. "Hey, listen, I'm going to go to the dark room. If she asks, I'm taking a quiz."

"Okay," Owen said.

"Thanks," Flynn said back, before collecting his stuff and heading to the school dark room to work on some his photographs. It was the only place he could think straight.

Victoria looked up from her conversation with Tyler and saw that her brother was leaving the table. He looked kinda bummed and like he had had a rough day. She was about to get up when Tyler said something else.

"What're you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Not much. Why?" Victoria asked back, returning her focusing back to Tyler.

"There's another film showing at the art museum about the Congo right after school. Do you want to come with me?" Tyler asked.

"Of course, yeah," Victoria replied.

"Cool. You know, I don't think I've ever seen you go a day without wearing this bracelet?" he started, changing the subject.

Victoria nodded slowly, "Oh yeah. My dad gave it to me for my seventh birthday… and you know it was my grandmother's. I guess I got into the habit of wearing it all the time when it finally fit and I haven't really thought about it till… now, actually."

~Flashback~

"Did you have fun today, kiddo?" Dean asked, swooping his daughter up into his arms and holding her in his arms. She smiled at her father as he carried her to the living room.

"Yeah. Thank you, Daddy!" she beamed. "It was so much fun with all our first grade class there and even all our family came too."

"Yeah, well you and Flynn turned seven this year. You're off to the second grade," Dean said, saying 'second grade' as if it were some mystical forest of mystery. Victoria laughed before Dean put her down on the couch. He took a seat next to her with a small box wrapped nicely with ribbon on it in his hand.

"What's that?" Victoria asked.

"Let's just say, you're old man has one last present for you," Dean replied.

"A pony?" Victoria asked, sarcastically excited.

Dean laughed, "You are so my kid – using sarcasm like that. And at age seven! Nah, it's way better than a pony." He handed her the box and she undid the ribbon, quickly removing the top of the box. Her eyes widened as she saw the charm bracelet in the box. She took it out, holding it up and examining each little symbol on the charms. "It used to be my mother's; your grandmother that passed away when I was really young."

"Hey, so did Mom's," Victoria said. She tilted her head to the side. "Why is that? Why did you and Mommy's moms die so early in your lives. Are you guys going to?"

"What? No, baby girl. Your mommy and I aren't going anywhere anytime soon. See, you know that your mom and I used to fight bad guys?" Dean asked.

"The monsters?" Victoria asked, curiously.

"Yes, those," Dean replied, reluctantly. He had wanted to avoid that word, especially not to scare her, but she had brought it up. Hell, this kid was a lot braver than any other seven year old he'd ever seen. When he and Meredith finally told the twins about monsters, instead of being afraid of the theoretical monster in her closet that every child feared, Victoria drew up an escape and fight plan one day. Dean chuckled at the memory but then remembered he had things to explain to his daughter.

"Well, our moms used to fight bad guys like that. It was really dangerous and they ended up dying because of that," Dean started.

"Well that's sad! I don't like it," Victoria protested.

"I know, baby girl. Me either. That's why I wanted to give you this bracelet. It was my mom's and I think she would've wanted you to have it. Not only are you strong like her, but the charms you see here, they can protect you against certain… bad guys. I don't want anything happening to you, okay?"

"Daddy, you say I'm strong like Mommy too. How can I be strong like my mommy and strong like yours?" Victoria asked.

"Both of them were strong," Dean answered simply.

"Is it because that one time where Mom beat up the demon that Sam was friends with? Jude wrote that in the book he made me and Flynn before we were born," Victoria asked.

Dean chuckled, "Yes and no. Your mom was pretty cool at that moment, huh?"

"Totally. Demons are stupid," Victoria scoffed.

"So my kid," Dean said, letting out a full laugh.

~End Flashback~

"Victoria?" Tyler asked.

"Huh? What?" Victoria asked, snapping out of her memory.

"You okay? You were gone for a second there," Tyler replied.

"Yeah, fine. Just thinking about something. That's all," Victoria replied.

"What I was saying is that bracelet is… quite a charm bracelet. I mean, most girls have rainbows, and their initials on bracelets but yours… all of these religious symbols. It was your grandmothers, right?" Tyler asked, toying with the charms on Victoria's bracelet.

"Yeah, it was something they did back in the 70s. Don't worry about it," Victoria said, moving her wrist away from Tyler. He shot her a funny look.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine," she shrugged. She knew she was being touchy but there was no way she could explain that one. She kept hearing her parents' words echo in her head about being careful around the Gallaghers; to never let them know about hunting. But he had the right to know, right? She knew it wasn't her place to tell them, she just didn't want to slip up and the only way to do that, was to push him away at moments like this. "So the film this afternoon? I should probably go ask my mom but I think she'll say yes. I'll see you later, okay?" Victoria got up from the table, slinging her book bag over her shoulder as she stood up.

"Okay," Tyler replied, still a little confused. Why were girls snappy one minute and then fine the next? That was a question that Tyler would never really answer.

Victoria dropped her bag on her bedroom floor, kicking off her shoes and collapsing on her bed, on her back. She was exhausted and really didn't want to do any homework but knew she had to get started on it at some point tonight. The film at the art museum with Tyler was great.

"Hey, you here already?" Victoria heard Flynn call from his room.

"Yeah," Victoria answered, sitting up. In minutes, Flynn was walking through the door to the bathroom from their shared Jack and Jill bathroom.

"Can you uh…" Flynn started, squinting and scratching the back of his head. "Talk?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Victoria asked, crossing her legs Indian style, sitting on her bed.

"There's something going on with Paige. I don't what it is, but even when she left for break, she's been really weird and distant, you know? And then today she's been flirting with Ian… I don't know. Is it worth even talking to her about it? I don't know what to do, Vi," Flynn exclaimed with a sigh. He hated talking about his feelings but she was his twin sister.

"I knew something was up!" Victoria exclaimed. "Come sit." Flynn sat down next to Victoria on the edge of her bed. "Sorry… Um, I think it's definitely worth talking to her, but if I were you, I'd break up with her. I mean, relationships worth keeping don't involve people that stop talking to you and start flirting with someone else with no explanation."

Flynn groaned, "Ugh, why does talking out my feelings always make me feel like a friggin' Gilmore girl?"

Victoria laughed, "You're totally Rory."

"What? No, I'm not!" Flynn protested.

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Shut up. Back to the matter at hand. You need to get an explanation. No offense, but I have a feeling it's not a good one."

"But what if her explanation is… you know… something like her parents are getting divorced and she's going through a rough time?" Flynn asked.

Victoria shot a look at her brother, "First, you and I are over there quite enough to know that the Gallaghers are happy together and second, whatever rough time she's going through, it doesn't give her an excuse to treat you like that!"

"You're right," Flynn sighed. "So I should talk to her?"

"Yeah," Victoria nodded. "And if you want me to kick her ass to-."

"No, that won't be necessary," Flynn chuckled.

"Okay. I am your older sister. I've gotta look out for you, you know?" Victoria asked back.

Flynn scoffed jokingly, "By three minutes! Yeah, that's right. I kicked your ass right out of there."

"Or I just beat you to it," Victoria replied. The twins exchanged laughter before put a hand on her brother's knee and got up. "I'm going to go get a glass of water. You want something?"

"Nah, I'm fine," Flynn replied.

"Alright," Victoria said, beginning to leave. "Just talk to her, Flynn. You'll know what to do."

"Thanks," Flynn mumbled before getting up and leaving himself.

Victoria headed downstairs and filled up a glass with some water. She was about to head back upstairs when her dad came in. He seemed almost angry.

"Hey, Dad," Victoria said.

"Where were you this afternoon?" he demanded.

"I went to a film at the art museum with Tyler. Why?" Victoria asked back, shooting her a dad a funny glance.

"On a school night?" Dean exclaimed.

"Mom said I could go. Besides, it didn't last long. I'm home now, aren't I?" Victoria asked back.

"What about your homework? Shouldn't be doing that?" Dean challenged.

"I was just going to! Jesus, what's your problem, Dad?" Victoria asked back, offensively.

"Watch your language, young lady," Dean warned.

"Oh please. You say far worse," Victoria snapped.

"You know what? I don't care what your mother said. I don't want you to go out on a school night's like this anymore. Your mother and I will be talking about this soon. I don't know what she was thinking," Dean started.

Victoria's glared at her father, "It's just because it's me, isn't it?"

"What?" Dean asked back.

"You let John and Jude go out on school nights. John's practically out every night and Flynn even goes out sometimes on school nights but I can't? God, this is such a double standard!" Victoria exclaimed, storming out of the kitchen, leaving Dean speechless. Dean could hear Victoria's footsteps as she marched up to her room and slammed the door.

"No door slamming in this house!" Dean yelled.

A few minutes later, Meredith came into the kitchen to find Dean just standing there, speechless.

"Do I even want to know what that was about?" Meredith asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I can't believe you let her go out on a school night! She should be doing other things like homework or… hell, anything else but seeing that boy. She's with him all the time, Meredith! I see them at school too. You'd think there'd she'd understand that there's a healthy amount of separation in a relationship but-," Dean exclaimed.

"Dean!" Meredith said, cutting him off.

"What?" Dean whined.

Meredith sighed, "You are getting way too worked up about this. You and I were the same way when we-."

"Exactly and when we were dating, you and I-," Dean started.

"Is that what this is about? Dean, she's fourteen. She's not having sex any time soon," Meredith hissed.

"Mer," Dean groaned.

"Look, I'll go talk to her. You… you need to calm down. I know she's growing up and that scares the hell out of you, but she's got to at some point," Meredith said.

"Fine," Dean sighed.

"Be good," Meredith warned.

"What, or you'll punish me?" Dean smirked.

Meredith rolled her eyes, "Not appropriate right now, honey."

"I love you," Dean called after her.

"Uh huh," Meredith sounded, as she walked away from the kitchen and up the stairs towards Victoria's room. She knew why Dean was getting so worked up. Victoria was their daughter; her dad's little girl. The fact that Victoria had a boyfriend now was scaring Dean but he had to learn to let go. He couldn't control her life like he wanted to. This was Meredith's attempt to fix things. She knocked lightly on the door to her daughter's bedroom.

"Go away," Victoria said.

"Can I come in?" Meredith asked.

"Mom?" Victoria asked back.

"Yeah," Meredith answered.

Victoria paused before replying, "Yeah, I guess so." Meredith opened the door, gently closing it behind her.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

"I guess," Victoria shrugged, her stare remaining on the floor. Meredith went over and sat on the bed next to her daughter.

"I heard your dad giving you a hard time," Meredith started.

"Yeah. It's ridiculous. He acts like Tyler and I are sneaking around and that Tyler's some bad boy. He's not at all like that. If Dad would just give him a chance that maybe he'd see that. I just don't get why Dad's so stubborn!" Victoria exclaimed.

Meredith sighed, "Yeah, your dad's a pain in the ass like that. He loves you. That's why. Look, he worries a lot and you're his little girl-."

"But I'm not!" Victoria protested.

"I know, and deep down inside, he knows that too. That's why he's freaking out like this. It scares him that you're growing up so fast. I mean, kids these days… they stop being kids pretty early on. Your father was forced to grow up way too fast, you know," Meredith explained.

"I know, but I mean, it's not like Tyler and I are going to have sex or anything. We're-, we're not even there yet. We're… so far from there," Victoria said.

Meredith sighed with relief, "Oh thank God. But I think you understand where he's coming from and I know you two have been butting heads lately, but he worries for a good reason. He's afraid some high school boy that only thinks with his downstairs brain is going to take advantage of you. I know Tyler's different, but… Dean was one of them. He still thinks like one of them." That made Victoria laugh.

"Yeah, he really is," Victoria chucked in agreement.

"Just talk to him. I know it's hard for you not to get defensive in those situations but… it's genetic," Meredith chuckled. "Just tell him to stop smothering you. He- he gets it… he does. And in time, he'll learn how to stop doing it."

"You think?" Victoria asked.

"Yeah, I do," Meredith replied. "Alright. I'm going to go start on dinner. Let me know when you're ready to talk to your dad."

"Okay," Victoria replied as Meredith got up to leave. "Hey, Mom?"

"Yeah?" she asked back.

"Was Dad your first?" Victoria asked.

Meredith nodded, "Yeah, he was. We were in love. Which is exactly why you should wait!"

"Oh, Mom. Not the time and place for the talk. Seriously. I think can only have one "talk" at a time," Victoria replied, laughing nervously.

"You know your dad's dad gave me the talk?" Meredith asked.

"Seriously?" Victoria exclaimed.

Meredith nodded, "Uh huh. It was mortifying."

"I bet," Victoria replied. "So awkward."

"It was," Meredith replied. Meredith opened the door to leave and came face to face with her husband.

"Honey, she can only take one talk in one sitting," Meredith teased.

"I just have a couple of things to say," Dean pleaded. "I promise."

Victoria sighed, "Fine."

"I'll leave you two alone," Meredith said, before slipping out of the room.

"I'm sorry," Dean finally said.

"Really?" Victoria asked.

"Really. Your mom is right. The fact that you're growing so quickly scares the hell out of me but I know I need to… hand over some control. And you're right about the double standard thing too. It's just, John and Jude… I don't worry about their hearts getting broken or being taken advantage like I do with you. You know me. I used to be one of them… so I worry," Dean explained.

"That's kind of what you do, Dad," Victoria teased.

"Hey!" Dean said, nudging his daughter playfully. "Well, you're right. I do. I… I'm sorry. I'm going to try to work on it, okay? But I never said I won't freak out when you come home from a date and the car's been in the driveway for more than five minutes."

"Oh, it's okay, Dad. I'll just tell him to park a couple of blocks down the street," Victoria said. Dean's face fell and Victoria laughed. "I'm kidding, Dad! Look, I know you worry and I can't say that it doesn't piss me off when it affects me, but I know it's because you love me."

"I do," Dean replied. "Speaking of the talk though-."

Victoria shook her head, "Uh uh. Save it for another time, Dad. I told you, only one talk per sitting and uh, I already violated that rule and am not willing to break it even more."

"Another time?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, far, far, far into the future," Victoria replied.

"Alright," Dean sighed.

"Hey," Flynn said, as soon as Paige came out of her house.

"Hey," Paige replied.

"Can we talk?" Flynn asked.

"I kissed someone," Paige admitted.

Although he probably should've seen it coming, it still stung the same, "Ian?"

"No. Someone back in LA. We used to date and I saw him on break and… I don't know. Look, Flynn. I'm sorry. We just jumped into things so quickly that I didn't really get to situate myself. I was Flynn's girlfriend before I was even 'the new girl'," Paige started.

"Are you saying we should break up?" Flynn asked.

"Yeah," Paige nodded, reluctantly. "I am so sorry. If I knew this would happen, I probably wouldn't have jumped into things with you. You're great and-."

"Paige, I don't, I don't need the whole 'it's not you it's me' speech. I'll be fine. I uh, I guess I was just wondering why you were distant when you got back but I guess I have my answer," Flynn answered.

Paige nodded, "Yeah… I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too," Flynn replied. He shot her something that was barely a smile before heading back to his house. He jogged upstairs and saw Victoria leaving her room.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, immediately sensing that her brother was upset.

"Yeah, fine," Flynn shrugged.

Victoria took one good look at him and knew what had happened, "Hey, I just bought a really great CD. I think you'd like it a lot." She knew it would be the perfect remedy for breakups and in general, it was just a great album.

"Sounds good, Vi. Thanks… you know… for everything," Flynn said, somberly.

"You're my twin brother. That's what I'm here for," Victoria shrugged.