Author's Note: A long overdue Haley chapter! Let me know what you think. I really want to explore her character more (especially in the sequel - also, thoughts on a sequel, because I really want one!) so I felt like I'd do a chapter about her this go round.

School was back in session and their second week back was coming to an end. It was Thursday night, and Owen and Haley had gone on yet another date. They had been spending a lot more time together ever since their New Year's Eve kiss, and had decided to be "official."

"Tonight was great. We should do this again some time," Owen said in between kisses.

"I had a lot of fun," Haley replied.

"Me too," Owen said, before pecking her on the lips once more.

"I should probably get going. My dad's probably in there freaking out," Haley replied. And right on cue, there was a honk as a car pulled into the driveway.

"That's my brother. I'll see you tomorrow at school, Haley," Owen said, shooting her a small smile.

"You too," she replied, as she watched him go. Once Owen was in the car, Haley went back into the house and stopped as soon as she saw her dad in the kitchen. Sam turned around to find his daughter looking at him with an amuse smile on her face.

"What?" he asked, innocently.

"Doing the whole 'pretend I'm looking in the fridge while I'm really listening in on my daughter's conversations' thing?" Haley asked, suspiciously.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sam replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"From your… observations – yes, that's what we'll call them, what do you think of him so far?" Haley asked, ignoring his response.

Sam shrugged, "I don't know. There have been observations."

"Uh huh," Haley sounded, unconvinced. She gave her dad the opportunity to own up to it, and he hadn't say anything yet. She nodded, accepting the fact that he wouldn't. "Alright, well, glad we had this talk, Dad. I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower."

"Okay," Sam said. Haley began to walk away before she heard her dad say something. "Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you. You should probably let Owen know that if he's going to kiss you on the porch for 6 minutes and 23 seconds, I should probably meet him." Busted. While Haley wanted to revel in the 'I told you so, you were spying on me' moment, her dad's request threw her way off guard.

"What?" Haley gaped.

"Yeah, if he's your… boyfriend, I'm going to need to meet him," Sam said, bluntly.

"But Dad, you've already met him! I went to the masquerade with him and we hung out before that," Haley said, hoping that her excuse would work.

Sam shook his head, "Yeah, but not as your boyfriend. Kiddo, that's the price you pay if you want to date in this house."

"Wh-," Haley struggled for words but nothing came out.

"Tomorrow night. Six o' clock. He can come over for dinner," Sam said. He opened up the refrigerator door again. "Hm… how about a sandwich?" He shot Haley a 'I won' smile and she frowned.

"I'm fine, thanks. I'm going to go take that shower now," Haley huffed, before hurrying upstairs. She saw Cole coming down the hall and wasn't in the mood to deal with him teasing her about her date right now. She pushed passed him, walking at a quick pace.

"What's up with you?" Cole asked, shooting his sister a weird look. She frowned, proceeding to walk. "Woah, is this some kind of weird female time of the month thing?"

"Just because you're 100% okay with your girlfriend meeting your family and being with us all the time doesn't mean I am," Haley said.

Cole began to laugh, "Dad wants you to bring Owen over, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Haley sighed.

"Look, it worked out for me. Our family didn't scare Greer off. Hell, she loves our family," Cole said.

"That's true…" Haley trailed off.

"So relax. Invite him over, see what he says. Mom and Dad aren't ones to scare him off. Think about it this way. It could be worse. You could have Uncle Dean as a dad," Cole joked.

Haley laughed, "Yeah, Victoria told me all about the Tyler drama."

"Exactly. Don't worry, kid. And if anything happens, I've got your back," Cole assured, ruffling Haley's hair.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, swatting his hand away. "And don't call me 'kid'. You're only two years older than me."

"I'm still older," Cole shrugged.

Haley frowned, "Yeah, whatever. It's not that much of an age difference!"

"Uh huh," Cole sounded, before proceeding to walk down the hall. Haley just rolled her eyes, not bothering to stifle a laugh, and went the other way to her room.

Haley slammed her locker shut and pressed her book to her arm.

"What's with you today, fidgety?" Victoria asked.

"My dad wants to meet Owen," Haley confessed.

Victoria raised her eyebrows, "What?"

"Yeah. Should I… should I be nervous? I don't know. They were fine with Greer and Cole. And Dad… he does want to meet him and-," Haley rambled.

"No. Your dad, lucky for you, is nothing like mine. Have you even asked him yet?" Victoria asked.

"No," Haley replied. "And that's the other thing I'm nervous about. What if he says no?"

"Then he says no," Victoria replied.

"Not helping," Haley frowned.

"I mean, that's the worst he can do, right? Besides, Owen really likes you. I'd be surprised if he said no," Victoria replied.

"Thanks… I guess…" Haley trailed off.

"I don't mean to make things about me, but at least your boyfriend isn't taking your dad's class," Victoria said.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. How is that going?" Haley asked, remembering that Tyler was taking auto shop this semester.

"Not bad, actually. It's… uncomfortable – the idea that my dad and my boyfriend spend time together without me there to intervene – but it's actually awful. I think dad is really starting to like Tyler. They like the same music and apparently Tyler's doing pretty well in the class, which are both big ins with Dad," Victoria replied.

"Huh," Haley said. "Oh, shoot, there's Owen. What do I do?"

"Go talk to him, silly!" Victoria exclaimed, laughing a little.

"Wish me luck?"

"Good luck. Now go."

Haley looked back once more at her cousin before cautiously approaching Owen on the other side of the hall. Owen was getting things out of locker as Haley approached him, "Hey."

"Hey," Owen smiled.

"So… I have… a favor to ask of you," Haley started. Owen raised an eyebrow.

"As long as it doesn't include anything illegal, I'm listening," he joked.

Haley smiled. Oh, good. He was going to make this easy. She forgot how relaxed he was and she knew that this was going to be okay.

"After last night, my dad said something to me. He… kind of wants to meet you and by kind I mean it's not really an option. He wants you to come over for dinner tonight," Haley said.

"Huh," Owen said.

"Yeah. Look, if it's too fast-," Haley started.

"No, no! I'd love to finally see the inside of your house," Owen joked.

She smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever actually seen it. I have, however, become very well acquainted with your porch," he said.

"Yeah, okay, okay. So you'll do it?" she asked.

"Yeah, what time?" Owen asked back.

"Six," Haley replied.

"Great. We should get to class though. We're gonna be late," he asked her.

"Mkay," she smiled. Haley walked alongside Owen as they went to class. By now, she was wondering why she ever stressed out about it in the first place.

During lunch, Meredith was still in her classroom, catching up on some grading that she had let fall behind. There was a knock on her door, even though the door was open. She looked up and smiled, seeing Dean.

"Hey."

"Hey, I didn't see you at lunch."

"Yeah, I'm behind on some grading."

Dean walked over to Meredith's desk, sliding his hand across the edge, smirking, "Boy have we made memories on this desk."

Meredith tried to fight the smile playing on her face. She bit her lip looking up at him, "So that's what you came here for?"

"No, no. I'm just saying. I remember the summer before Jude turned one, you were cleaning out your classroom, and Molly was babysitting Jude, I came here and surprised you and-," Dean started.

"That was the beginning of the Dean-Meredith desk adventures," Meredith completed.

"Uh huh," he smirked.

Meredith and Dean shared a look, before Meredith sighed, "Dean, not now."

"Hey, do you still keep that desk. You know, the one we carved our initials into?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it's right over-," Meredith started, interrupted as she stood up, beginning to walk towards the desk, when Dean stopped her, pulling her into him.

"Should I come back later or-," a voice said, as Meredith and Dean sprang apart.

"Sam! Hi. No, no, Dean was just leaving," Meredith said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Yep," she said to Sam. "Bye, honey. I'll see you at home." She rushed Dean out of the classroom and Sam just stood there, laughing. "Sorry about that. What's going on?"

"Can I ask you for some advice?" Sam asked. Meredith pointed to herself, questioningly.

"Yeah, Dean… is not the person to go to for advice like this," Sam replied, causing Meredith to wonder what he was talking about.

"Sure, what is it?" Meredith asked back, curiously.

"Haley's boyfriend is coming over for dinner tonight," Sam started.

"Ah," Meredith said, completely understanding now. "First thing, don't freak out like Dean. Don't make him feel uncomfortable, or grill him with questions. You won't get to know him as well if you scare the hell out of him."

"Yeah, but… you're a teacher here. Is he at least a good kid?" Sam asked, nervously.

"Sam," Meredith said.

"What?" Sam asked, jumpy.

"Deep breath. Yes, Owen is a good kid. He's a little bit of a class clown from what I've heard, and he's definitely a gentleman. I've seen them together. He's good to her," Meredith assured.

"Oh good. That's… good. You know what? Tonight is going to be… good," Sam said, unable to find any other words.

Meredith chuckled, "I know you're nervous, since she's your daughter. Believe me. When your son starts dating, you know, it's a big step, but your daughter. That's an even bigger one." Sam nodded. "It had to happen sometime, right?"

Sam laughed, "Thank you. I knew I couldn't ask Dean seeing as he thinks any teenage boy is-."

"The devil's spawn?"

"Yes," Sam laughed again.

"Well, it's no problem," Meredith said.

"Alright, I've got to get back to work, but again thanks," Sam said.

"Bye, Sam. Good luck!" she called after him.

"You play football right?" Sawyer asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Owen replied.

"So you must know Flynn," Sam replied.

"Yes, sir," Owen replied. "He's a good friend of mine, actually."

"Ah," Sawyer said, nodding.

Haley looked over at Owen, smiling a little. She found it funny that he was on his best behavior like this. She only saw him like this when he was with teachers and even in school, he was known as a class clown - a polite class clown, of course.

"So Owen, what're you thinking about doing after high school?" Sam asked, in the middle of dinner that night. Dinner had gone well so far and Haley was practically holding her breath and praying that nothing bad happened.

"Go to college. Isn't that what everyone does anyways?" Owen asked back.

Not everyone, Sam thought to himself. With this whole Haley getting a boyfriend business, he started to really think about how much their lives had changed. Before, the words 'Winchester' and 'normal' were never paired together. Sure, they weren't 100% out of the life, but they were as out as any hunter had ever been able to get.

"Any idea where you want to go?" Sam asked, curiously.

"Honey, he's a freshman. He probably hasn't even thought about it yet," Sawyer interjected.

"Well, my parents really want me to go to Ole Miss. It's kind of the alma matter," Owen answered.

"Ah, a Southern gentleman," Sawyer joked.

"And that would explain all the ma'am and sir stuff," Sam added. Of course he was always taught to be polite, but with Owen, everything was 'yes, ma'am' and 'no, sir'. Now it all clicked.

Owen chuckled, nodding, "That's the way my parents raised me to be."

"See? You had nothing to worry about," Sawyer said, glancing over at her husband.

"I'm a father. I have to worry a little bit, right?" Sam asked back.

"Yes, and that's why I love you," Sawyer replied, shooting him a smile. Sam smiled back and Haley and Cole exchanged glances with Jackson as he pretended the throw up.

"Mom and Dad get so mushy sometimes," Jackson said to Owen, shaking his head.

"Jackson Winchester!" Sawyer exclaimed.

"What? It's true! If he's going to date Haley, he might as well be warned," Jackson shrugged. Sawyer and Sam exchanged glances, before laughing while Cole and Haley rolled their eyes playfully.

"Jackson likes to tell it like it is," Cole informed.

"It runs in the family," Haley bragged, playfully.

"So I've noticed. That's actually how we met, right?" Owen said, glancing over at Haley.

"Oh yeah. I never got to hear that story. Haley, do tell. I need to know how you met the guy that's been taking up all of our precious daddy-daughter time," Sam teased.

"Dad," Haley groaned.

"Sorry, sir," Owen said.

"Please. Call me Sam," Sam requested.

"Oh, okay," Owen said, shyly. Haley bit her lip, glancing over at her boyfriend. This whole polite, Southern gentleman thing was a total turn on.

"It was the first football game of the season and Jackson and I were getting drinks," Haley started. "And Jackson was so adamant about returning to the game so that we wouldn't miss anything and I asked him why because, no offense, Cole, but I said that team wasn't that great."

"None taken, but you're so wrong about that," Cole said back.

"Thank you!" Owen sighed with relief. Haley just rolled her eyes playfully, although it was nice to see her brother and her boyfriend bonding.

"Anyways, little did I know that Owen was right in front of me in line for drinks," Haley continued.

"I turned around and called her out on it. Then uh… challenged her to a little football trivia," Owen added.

"Let me guess? She kicked your butt?" Sawyer asked.

"Yep," Owen sighed in defeat. They all laughed.

"I've trained my daughter well," Sam said.

Owen laughed, "Indeed. She definitely schooled me on that one"

"And then we went back to our seats, and I knew that he liked her," Jackson bragged.

Haley laughed, "You did say something…"

"Was I that obvious?" Owen exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"No," Haley comforted.

"Yes!" Jackson interrupted.

"Okay, whoever's playing footsie with me, please stop!" Cole exclaimed. Haley and Owen exchanged awkward smiles before laughing. Cole frowned and Jackson sniggered in the background.

The rest of dinner went exceptionally well, and now, Haley and Owen were just saying goodbye.

"So I think my family really liked you," Haley started.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," Haley replied. Just then, a car pulled into the driveway and Owen frowned.

"There's my mom. Tonight was fun though. Would it be weird if I said we should do it again sometime?" Owen asked.

Haley smiled shaking her head, "Nope. I'm glad you like them."

"There's just this unignorable charm about you Winchesters…" Owen teased.

"We Winchesters are very seductive," Haley said.

"So I've noticed," Owen smiled.

"Alright, you should go if your mom is waiting," Haley said.

"Yeah," Owen sighed. "Goodnight, Haley Winchester."

"Goodnight," Haley said, before kissing him once and letting him go. Haley stood there and watched as Owen left before going back into the house. When she got back into the house, she spotted her dad in the kitchen, once again, looking in the fridge.

"Dad, I'm not falling for it this time," she called out.

"No, I really am putting leftovers away. See?" Sam asked, holding up a container

She sighed, "So… verdict?"

"I like him," Sam admitted, causing a wide grin to spread across Haley's face as she walked into the kitchen.

"You do?" Haley asked, hopping up on the counter of the kitchen right next to the sink.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "He seems nice. Not the way Dean makes high school boys sound… at all."

"Yes, well Uncle Dean…" Haley trailed off trying to find the right words. Instead, she and her father just exchanged smiles before laughing. "Thank you, Daddy. I really like him so it's important to me that you like him too."

He nodded, "I know, sweet heart."

"Alright, well now that we've gotten the first 'meet the boyfriend' dinner out of the way and it was successful, I'm going to go to bed," Haley said.

"Okay. Goodnight," Sam said.

"Night, Dad," she said, hopping off of the counter, kissing him on the cheek, and heading upstairs. Sam chuckled, watching his daughter go. She really was all grown up now.