Sam and Dean looked around the empty street to make sure no one was watching before slipping into the center. They set everything up – Dean drew out the devil's trap while Sam prepared the ingredients for the spell.

"You gettin' that déjà vu feeling, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"No shit. If only Bobby were here…" Sam said. It was true. Bobby was the one that always did the spell to summon Crowley but Sam had taken over that part.

"Yeah," Dean mumbled, not wanting to get all sentimental right now.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Dean groaned.

"We have no other choice, Dean," Sam pointed out.

"If Cas would answer any of the damn calls! You know, I get that he's up there running heaven and everything, but don't forget about the little people. It's like he's completely disappeared," Dean said, grumpily.

"You sound like a teenage girl," Sam chuckled.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. He finished drawing out the devil's trap and then straightened up, looking over at his brother. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"I got it," Dean said, walking near the pot that Sam had put everything in. Even after all these years, Sam was still his younger brother; his Sammy. Dean took out his pocket knife and cut his hand, letting the blood drip into the pot while Sam sat the words to the incantation, clearly. Dean backed away from it as Sam threw a match into the pot, and a small explosion erupted from the pot.

"Hello, boys," a voice said, causing both Sam and Dean to whip around. Crowley stood before them in the devil's trap, a smirk on his face. "I've been expecting you."

John walked by the kitchen and saw his Mom standing there at the stove. He stopped and went back, into the kitchen.

"Hey, what're you doing?" he asked, curiously.

"Just making some tea. You want some?" she asked back, simply.

"Mom, since when do I ever drink tea?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and managing to muffle a laugh. "Actually, since when do you drink tea?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Yeah, okay. Your father's out and it always makes me nervous. It kind of reminds me of the old days so I just need something to calm my nerves… you know… that doesn't involve a fifth of whisky or something. Again, these are not the good old days where that was okay."

"Mom, you drank?" John asked, in disbelief.

"Yes! Now, why's that so hard to believe?" she asked back.

"Well, you know, you're… my mom," John replied. "I don't picture you doing anything bad like that."

Meredith chuckled, "I had a wild side," she defended, jokingly.

"Really?" John asked. "If you're so sure than how about some evidence? Huh, Mommy dearest?"

"Fine. My sophomore year in high school, your father came to visit me and Bobby. He said he'd take me, but instead, he and I ditched and found one of Bobby's old salvage yard cars and got completely wasted," she answered. "Oh, and don't get any ideas."

"Woah, did either grandpas find out?" John asked, his eyes widening at the thought of his mom getting into trouble.

"Yep. Both of them did. Dean's dad kind of shrugged it off but my dad was furious. But it's not like he could ground me or anything since he was never around. I just got yelled at over a phone and Bobby told me I was grounded. That lasted for about a week because he said I was a 'good kid'," Meredith further explained.

"Apparently not," John said.

"Yeah," Meredith chuckled.

"As much as I'd like to hear more crazy, Mom stories, I'm going to go back upstairs and… watch porn or something," John joked.

"John Caleb Winchester, you better not be," Meredith warned.

"What? I take after Dad," John shrugged.

Meredith sighed, "You two…"

"Love you, Mom," John said, kissing his mom on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen. He was about to go upstairs but jumped as soon as he saw someone just standing in the middle of the living room. "Mom!"

"Crying to your mommy, eh? As a Winchester, I think you'd be able to take me on your own," the demon snarled.

"Oh, I can," John said, charging after it.

"What's-, John!" Meredith exclaimed, her eyes widening as soon as she saw John and a demon fighting in the middle of the living room.

"Mom, John, what's going on?" Flynn asked, rushing down the stairs, Victoria on his heels. Flynn and Victoria split. Flynn ran into the living room and Victoria fled elsewhere. The demon worked on John, swinging punches, while Meredith countered it, attacking from behind and attempting to pull it away from John- only this one seemed to have its eye set on him.

The demon had knocked John to the ground and had whipped out a knife, nearing John.

"No!" Meredith screamed, running at it, and jumping onto it, her arms wrapping his neck and pulling upwards. The demon barely seemed to have struggled and almost easily threw Meredith across the room, watching her fall, which was just enough time for John to run after her.

"Mom!" he yelled. His eyes widened as he saw Victoria coming towards the room. "Victoria, go back out! Go up to your room. You'll be safe there."

The demon turned on his heels, making towards John and Meredith but Flynn was quick. He grabbed the demon's arms, pressing them together behind his back, and holding him there. The demon cried out in pain and Victoria took that change to run at it, the demon-killing knife in her hands. She stabbed the demon and in short moments, it was dead. The body dropped to the floor as Flynn let go of it, shaking his hands out.

"Ew," Victoria said, looking at the bloodied knife.

"You know, for a moment there, I thought you were just running away… but good thinking, Vi," Flynn said.

"Please? Since when do Winchesters ever choose flight over fight?" Victoria asked back.

"Now that's what I call teamwork," Meredith breathed, looking at her three children, pride in her eyes.

"You've been expecting us?" Dean asked back.

"Of course. Big demon problem. King of hell," he said, pointing to himself. "Of course you lads need my help."

"That's not what we-," Dean started, defensively.

"Yes, it is," Sam interrupted, shooting Dean a look.

Dean took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. They had a goal and they needed something. He couldn't just lose it on Crowley.

"Now what is you two boys need from me today? Information? The first's location? The prophecy? You name it and I'll… well, I won't give it to you, but you know how the drill goes," Crowley asked.

"The Colt," Sam said, sternly.

Crowley began to laugh, "You're actually trying to kill the first?"

"Yeah, why? You think we can't?" Dean asked, defensively. "We stopped the frickin' apocalypse!"

"Yes, and that's all very nice, but going after the first would be a suicide mission. Don't you think you've lost your… touch?" Crowley asked, provoking Dean.

"Alright, that's it!" Dean gritted, tensing up and charging at Crowley.

"Dean," Sam warned, grabbing his arm and pulling him backwards.

"Come on!" Dean exclaimed, shooting Sam a look. He nodded towards Crowley and then glared at Sam.

"If you two boys need a moment-," Crowley started.

"We're fine!" both Sam and Dean yelled back.

"Give me one reason to give you the colt. That is, if I even have it," Crowley said.

Sam and Dean both exchanged glances, searching for words. Dean attempted to form words but nothing came out. Sam thought about it and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. He said, "You're- you're out of a job."

"What?" Crowley asked, shooting him a look that read 'are you an idiot?'

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Sammy. Take it away."

"You're out of a job. If the First wins, then- well, you know," Sam said, struggling for something to say. He was just making it all up and hoped it made some logical sense. "He becomes king of hell… and since you're king of hell now… well, guess who his next target will be?"

Crowley put on his best poker face, even though Sam had a point, "What if I told you that the first and I had an agreement?"

"You're demons. Since when do demons ever honor agreements?" Dean pointed out.

"And since when do you ever agree to be second rank. I'd assume that the first wants to be king of hell making you second," Sam replied. He watched Crowley's face change and his body stiffen. "And from the looks of it, we're right."

"Have I mentioned how much I hate you two?" Crowley asked, his fists clenched.

"How about this? We gank the First for you and you get to keep your spot as number one in hell?" Dean asked.

"All you have to do is give us the colt. Look, we all know it. Sooner or later the First will move onto you. You'll be too much of a threat to him and he'll have to take you out to stay at the top of the pyramid. You know we're right, Crowley, and you know we won't go back on our word," Sam added. He could almost feel that Crowley was on the verge of agreeing with them.

"Am I smelling a deal here?" Crowley asked.

"No! There will be no kissing," Dean exclaimed.

Sam stifled a laugh.

"Too bad that pretty little wife of yours isn't here," Crowley said, looking around the room. Dean tensed up and Sam glared at him. They were so close. Crowley sighed. "Fine. But give me time. I've got to find the colt first."

"What do you mean? We don't have time!" Dean exclaimed.

"Yes, and I don't have the colt," Crowley replied. "I traded it up."

"Great. Just great," Dean spat, bitterly.

"But you can get it back, right?" Sam asked.

"I can try," Crowley replied, passively.

"So it's settled. You'll get us the colt?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. I hate working with you two," Crowley grumbled.

"You and I both," Dean said under his breath.

"Well, it was nice doing business with you boys. Are you going to let me out or what?" Crowley asked. Dean hesitated and Sam shot him a look.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We can't just let him rot here," Sam replied.

"Yeah, but-," Dean started.

"He's going to look for the colt!" Sam argued.

"Ladies!" Crowley yelled, interrupting the both of them. He laughed, seeing the looks on both Sam and Dean's faces. Sam sighed, going over to the trap, and scratching a thick line from the painted on devil's trap. Crowley smiled, mischievously. "See you around, boys!" And then he was gone.

"Hey, pass the chocolate syrup," Victoria said to John as they stood in the middle of the kitchen, making ice cream sundaes.

"I'm not done!" John said.

"How much do you need?" Victoria exclaimed.

"I'm a growing boy," John defended, shrugging. Victoria rolled her eyes, going over to the kitchen drawers and getting spoons out for everyone.

"You guys are lame. I'm doing it the right way," Flynn said, turning the stovetop burner off and pouring the melted chocolate chips over his cold ice cream.

"Ooh, good call. I want in," his sister said back.

"Alright, let's hear the story again," Meredith said, as she scooped vanilla ice cream into two bowls: one for her and one for Dean when he got home.

"Mom, you were there," Flynn groaned.

"You guys do know that when your father gets home, he's going to want to hear all about it. I'm just preparing you for him," Meredith replied, simply.

"Hey, I'm home!" they all heard someone announce, followed by the sound of the front door closing and locking. They could hear footsteps towards the kitchen until Dean stood in the doorway.

"You started ice cream sundaes without me?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's more a reward for the kids," Meredith replied.

"A reward for what?" Dean asked, glancing at his wife suspiciously.

"Go ahead and tell him," Meredith said to her kids, proudly.

"Oh my god, Dad. It was so cool!" Flynn exclaimed.

"Just like you said it'd be," Victoria added.

"Woah, woah, woah. What happened here?" Dean asked.

Dean was a little overwhelmed and at the moment, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with his wife, but his kids were so excited that it was cheering him up already. He hated having to go back into this hunting thing and seeing Crowley was only a reminder of what their lives used to be like. It was only natural to bring him down some.

"A demon attacked," John started.

"And we fought it off, sort of," Flynn said.

"But Flynn and Victoria actually killed it," Meredith said.

Dean's eyes widened, "Wow."

"It was so cool, Dad!" Victoria exclaimed.

"Well, it was going to kill John but then Mom jumped on it," Flynn started.

"But the bastard-," John started.

"John, language," Meredith reminded.

"Sorry, Mom," John scowled. Dean and Meredith exchanged glances and Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Anyways, so the… thing flung mom off so I ran after her."

"So the demon was going after Mom and John, right? I didn't know what to do but I grabbed by its arms and just pulled back and that's when Victoria swooped in with the demon-killing knife," Flynn began to explain.

"And I stabbed it. But you know," Victoria said, jokingly flinging her hair over her shoulder with her hand.

"Which I'm still kind of jealous about," Flynn added.

"Wow, you four had quite a night, huh?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Too bad you missed it, Dad," John answered.

"One ice cream sundae with chocolate syrup, peanuts, and crushed up oreos. Just how you like it," Meredith said, coming over to her husband and placing the bowl in front of him.

"Mm, you know how I like it," Dean smirked.

"Ew, guys," Victoria said, averting her eyes.

"Any way you want it," Meredith joked.

"That's the way I need it," Dean replied.

"Did you guys just have a Journey moment?" John asked, on the verge of laughter.

"Yep," Meredith said, proudly.

John and Flynn exchanged glances before laughing hysterically.

"You guys are so weird," Victoria said, jokingly rolling her eyes at those two.

"Nuh uh. You're the weird one," Flynn said.

"Yeah," John agreed.

"Boys! Stop ganging up on your sister!" Meredith ordered.

"It's okay, kiddo. You may be weird, but you got to stab the demon," Dean replied.

"Thanks, Dad," Victoria replied, chuckling while the rest of the family laughed at Dean's remark. They may have issues, but nothing ice cream couldn't fix.

"There was such an adrenaline rush!" Flynn exclaimed.

"It was awesome! It's like, we've been training for this our whole lives and last night we actually got to use it, you know?" Victoria asked, as they explained to Haley what had happened the previous night.

"Is it weird that I'm kind of jealous? Mom barely lets me go over to the center with you guys," Haley replied.

"No, you totally should be," Flynn teased. He then spotted Rose in the hallway. "Oh. Gotta go. I've got to ask her about something. We have band practice today."

"Does this question happen to be 'Rose, will you have my babies?'" Victoria teased.

Flynn frowned, "Shut up! I don't-."

"Whatever," Victoria interrupted.

Haley laughed, "What? You think he's into her?"

"It's so obvious. I just don't think either of them will do anything about it," Victoria replied. "But you should come to the center with us this weekend. It'll be fun."

"Yeah, I want to, especially after everything you've told me," Haley answered. Just then, they spotted Tyler in the hall and Victoria's smile slowly faded. She wanted so badly to tell Tyler about last night but she knew she couldn't. "Go ahead. I don't mind."

"Okay," Victoria said, leaving her cousin. "Hey."

"Hey," Tyler replied.

"So… how are you?" she asked. She honestly didn't know what to say to Tyler. It was like she couldn't share the majority of her life with him and she didn't know how to feel about that. She kept hearing Bryan Gallagher's voice in her head. Maybe he was right…

"And then my head fell off and I had to sew it back on with dental floss," Tyler said.

"What?" Victoria asked, shooting him a funny look.

"Just checking to see if you were listening. Are you okay? Is something… bothering you?" Tyler asked, concerned.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't get much sleep last night," Victoria lied.

"Oh," Tyler answered. He had seen her before when she was with Haley and she seemed so lively and excited about something. Tyler knew something was up and he had been trying to get to the bottom of it for a long time now.

Author's Note: Big thank you to Deangirl93, two annonymous reviewers, elisitax21, Tiffani Kai, and MissECharlotte for reviewing my previous chapter. We got to 200, guys! Well, a little over 200. Now, there are about... maybe eight-ish (give or take a few) chapters left. I really can't wait to share with you all the excitement of the sequel. Thank you so much for reading and constantly providing feedback. I love to hear what everyone thinks.