Meredith watched the clock and knew she wasn't the only one. All of her students had finished their exam and were staring up at the clock, fidgeting in their chairs, and tapping their toes, eager for school to be over. Why? Not because every student wanted school to end but today was the last day of school. The minute hand hit twelve and she smiled.

"Alright. Pass in your exams and have a nice summer. You all have been so fun to teach this year and I wish you the best next year," Meredith said, dismissing her students.

She heard yeses and cheers from her students as they all scrambled to shuffle their exams in a messy pile before packing their stuff up and handing it in.

"Thank you," Meredith said as the students turned in their exams. She collected, shuffling them into a neater pile and then putting the exams away in a manila folder so that she could take them home and grade them.

"Mrs. Winchester?" she heard a voice say, causing her to look up and see three girls in her class.

"Hi," she said back.

"We just wanted to say thank you. This year was so fun and I loved all the books we read," the first girl said.

"Yeah. I didn't even like English till I took this class," the second chimed in.

"It was awesome," the third girl added.

"Oh, and happy birthday," the first one said.

"Aw, thank you. Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed the class this year. I had a lot of fun teaching. Have a nice summer, girls," Meredith smiled.

"Thanks," they all giggled, before leaving the room. Soon enough, all of her students had filed out of the classroom and she was alone. She was packing up her stuff when she heard something walking into her classroom. The footsteps stopped and she looked up, seeing her husband.

"What're you doing here?" she asked playfully.

"Coming to see my beautiful wife," Dean replied, smoothly.

"Whooo! Yeah. Graduation, baby!" John yelled, running through the halls, coincidentally, right by his parents. Meredith and Dean exchanged glances, laughing.

"Raised him right," Dean said, proudly.

Meredith chuckled, "Can you believe he's going off to college? It just feels like last time I checked, he and Jude were arguing over whose favorite breakfast food was waffles and dressing up just like you. Since when did they grow up on us?" She got up, throwing a piece of paper in the recycling bin and then leaning up against the desk that Dean was at.

"I don't know. That's something I've been wondering for a while too," Dean agreed, looking over at his wife.

"Makes you feel old," Meredith said.

"Speaking of old, how would we like to celebrate your birthday tonight?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Meredith groaned.

"You're practically an old maid now!" Dean teased. Meredith glared at him, smacking his arm hard. "Ow! I was just kidding, babe."

"Mhm," Meredith sounded, unconvinced.

"Happy birthday, baby," He said, pulling her into him and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. She pulled away, smiling up at him, despite the fact that he had just called her an old maid. "You know I love you, Meredith Winchester."

"I kinda like you too," she replied, glaring at him playfully.

"Okay, we're only stopping in for a minute. No matter how hard my mom tries to rope you into discussion, avoid it at all costs because you and I are celebrating tonight," John said, as he led Renee into his house. The two walked through the hallway that led up to the stairs so that he could drop his stuff off, but he froze as soon as he saw a man standing in the living room in a tan trench coat.

"Renee, get upstairs as fast as you can. Now. And lock the door," John ordered, instantly going into hunter mode. On all of the days, it had to be today!

"Wh-," Renee started, her eyes widening as soon as she saw the strange figure in the living room.

"Go!" John yelled, sending Renee sprinting up the stairs. He heard the door slam upstairs and breathed out a sigh of relief – that was, until he heard doors fling open and footsteps rushing down the steps.

"What's going on?" he heard Flynn ask.

"Go get the knife, Flynn," John said, charging at the man in the room. He swung a punch, causing the man to stumble backwards, holding his face. He held out his arms towards John in a 'stop' signal.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he started.

"Yeah, right," John snapped, swinging another punch and causing the man to duck.

"Victoria, go!" John yelled as he saw Victoria sneaking up on the man. Without hesitation, Victoria drove the knife through the man. Instead of sparks flashing through him, the three Winchesters stood in awe as the man just looked down at the knife and then back at them.

"Ouch," he said.

"Jude, I can't believe you locked yourself out again," they heard a voice say while the man in the trench coat just stood there, the knife still lodged in his chest.

"I'm not used to being home!" Jude defended. Dean, Meredith, and Jude all came through the front door and stopped when they saw the scene in the living room.

"Justice, everyone," Dean said.

"Uncle Cas!" Jude exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"We thought he was a bad guy…" John trailed off.

"Not so much," Meredith chuckled.

"Hm," Dean sounded, in disagreement, causing Cas to sigh.

"I see that," John said, awkwardly. Cas pulled the knife out of his chest, examining it.

"Ah. You still have it. Good. It'll come in handy," Cas said, still highly fascinated with the knife. He wiped the blood off on his trench coat and handed it back to Victoria. "You've really got the Winchester 'stab first, ask later' gene."

"Sorry," Victoria chuckled, uncomfortably. Cas handed her the knife and she reached out, taking it. "Sorry, I uh… I'm just going to go put this away."

"You guys must've been too young to remember him, but Cas is a friend of ours. An angel," Meredith said, nudging Dean to add something.

"Yeah, long time ago," Dean mumbled as Meredith poked him in the ribs with her elbow. "Ow! Jesus, woman!" Flynn, Jude, and John all exchanged glances, laughing.

"I see things haven't changed around here at all," Cas chuckled, examining the family dynamic and looking around the house. It really hadn't changed at all. There had maybe been a few paint coats in between the time Cas had disappeared on them, but nothing was different.

"Uncle Cas, it's so good to see you," Jude chimed in.

"You as well," Cas replied.

"Maybe it wouldn't be if you hadn't been gone for so damn long," Dean growled. Meredith sighed, officially giving up on trying making her husband play nice.

"I'm here now," Cas said, stoically.

"Yeah," Dean replied, having nothing else to say. There was a long, awkward pause before he said something else. "I see that." Oh, Dean. Always needs to have the last word.

"Look, I can't stay long. I'm need to be back in heaven as soon as possible so let's make this quick," Cas started, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"What is it?" Jude asked, curiously.

"I haven't found the First yet," Cas said.

"Thanks, Cas," Dean said, sarcastically.

"But I have found a spell that will locate him. It must be performed under at sundown on the eve of a full moon. Here's the list of things you'll need," Cas said, handing Jude the list.

"Full moon? That's tonight," Meredith said.

"I know. You don't have much time. Be ready," Cas replied.

"So what? You just pull another Houdini on us for another ten years and expect us to be fine?" Dean exclaimed.

"I actually get that reference," Cas said, amused.

"Yeah… well…" Dean said, searching for a comeback.

"Alright, kids. Let's leave these two alone," Meredith announced, guiding Jude out of the room in hopes that the rest would follow. And they did. Now it was just Dean and Cas while Meredith led the kids to the kitchen. John, on the other hand, hurried upstairs to tell Renee that it was safe to come out now.

"Why are you so angry?" Cas asked.

"Wh- why am I so angry?" Dean exclaimed. "Do you even have to ask, Cas?"

"I was helping people," Cas started.

"Yeah, and that doesn't mean you can't answer our calls or pick up the damn phone once in a while," Dean spat.

"We don't get good reception in heaven," Cas replied.

Dean gaped at Cas' insensitivity, "It's like I don't even know you anymore, man! Has heaven really made you stone cold? More than ever now, it's like you've got a giant stick up your-."

"I'm sorry, Dean," Cas interjected, his eyes watering with sincerity and genuine warmth. "Once they stripped Lucifer from my head, it was hard to answer any calls. I owed it to everyone up there to recreate a garrison, especially because it was torn apart. My family needed me."

Dean sighed. He knew Cas was right. If his family had been in danger, he'd drop everything to help them, "And what about us? What? We're just some limp noodles?"

"I knew you'd be fine without me. You had Nimtherial to protect you and if there was everything you couldn't handle, I'd know," Cas replied. "You had a normal life. You didn't need me anymore."

Dean looked at Cas. He knew that Cas was right. They had maintained a normal life up until now but Dean just wished that Cas knew that he wanted him to visit even when things were normal. Cas was family. But Dean would never say that. Too chick flick. More than anything, he had just missed the crazy, culturally challenged angel and had channeled it all into anger for abandoning them, "This doesn't mean you're completely forgiven, you got that?"

"I think so," Cas replied.

"Good," Dean said. The two looked like they wanted to hug each other but instead just stood their ground. "So… see you around, I guess."

"Goodbye, Dean," Cas said, before disappearing.

"An angel?" Renee asked, in shock.

"Yep," John replied.

"Oh my God. There was an angel in your house, John!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know. Apparently he was around a lot when we were kids. We were just too young to remember it really," John answered.

"This is… unreal, John," Renee said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, it is. But hey, why don't we take our minds off of it now and focus on this. You and I are officially done with high school and I thought we could celebrate with some lunch," John said, holding out a brown paper bag.

"You sure?" Renee asked.

"Yeah. The last thing I'd like to think about on my last day of high school is the whole supernatural stuff," John answered.

"No, I meant about lunch. I already feel bad taking you away from your family since it's your mom's birthday today and everything. But the demon stuff too," Renee said, chuckling a little after.

"Yeah, it's fine. Besides, we have that whole family dinner thing tonight anyways. It's fine," John reassured. "Go ahead and see what I made you for lunch."

"Ooh, peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off!" she smiled, seeing the sandwich.

"I thought we could picnic on your bedroom floor again and then uh… you know, a little afternoon delight," he winked.

Renee laughed, "So that's what that song is about!"

"Yeah, silly," John chuckled.

Renee couldn't help but think about what Greer had said a couple of months ago about the two being 'married'. Whenever they were alone in her house, like now, she continually had to remind herself that this was her parents' house and not her and John's. It really felt like it sometimes. And honestly, she really didn't mind the idea. She and John with the two or three kids and a dog named spot? It didn't sound all too bad…

"What're you thinking about?" John asked, noticing the look on her face.

"Nothing," she replied. "Come on. Let's go upstairs. I'm starving." She began to walk away but John wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to him.

"Uh uh. You're not getting away that easily," John said, playfully.

"It's nothing, John," she said.

"I want to know," he said back.

"It's-, don't worry about it, okay? It's just silly grown up stuff," Renee shook her head.

"I can take it," John shot back.

"John, let me go," she groaned, playfully.

"Alright, well if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to have to tickle it out of you," he said, beginning to tickle her on her stomach and rib cage.

"John. John, stop! John!" she squealed through laughter as she struggled against her boyfriend. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

"Tell me," he said, turning her to face him.

"I was just thinking about something Greer said…" Renee trailed off. Maybe she could lie to him. But she knew that he knew her better than that and he'd be able to tell if she were lying. "She told me that we were very 'married'." She used finger quotes around the word married.

John shot her a funny look, "What does that mean?"

"I don't even know. It's dumb, right? Let's just forget I ever said anything about," Renee said, rolling her eyes and brushing it off.

"No, no, keep going," John encouraged.

Now it was Renee's turn to shoot John a funny look, "What?"

"I don't know," John shrugged. "The idea of settling down and having a couple of rugrats doesn't sound all too bad… you know, in like ten years."

"You're not running for the hills?" Renee asked, surprised.

"Nope. I've been stuck with you for the past eighteen years already," John teased, attempting to take the subject off of marriage. It really would've sent him running for the hills if it hadn't been Renee. But he had loved Renee for so long that it didn't seem all that bad… for the way future. Whether it was love or being in love with her, he knew he always would be. He just didn't really want to talk about commitment like that now. Waaay too scary!

"Alright, alright. Come on. I really did mean it when I said I was starving. Let's eat lunch, especially after you spent all that time cutting the crusts off," Renee said.

"Yeah, you should remember that for future reference. So you know, when I ask you something and I can be like: "hey, I cut the crusts off" and I'll have leverage. I work in mysterious ways, Renee. You may never know when-," John said, playfully.

"Hush, you," she chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully as she pulled him upstairs with you.

"Ready?" Sam asked, looking from Meredith and Dean. They both nodded their heads and Sam threw some of the grinded up powder at one map of the US and another at a map of the world. The three watched as on the world map, a hole burned through the US and in the map of the US, a hole burned through Minnesota.

Sam, brave enough to get close to the map, peered at the tiny hold burned through Minnesota, squinting at the city name. He stepped away, looking satisfied.

"We got him. Grant, Minnesota," Sam said.

"What's even in Minnesota?" Dean asked.

"That's probably why the First is there," Meredith answered.

"So you know what this means, right?" Sam asked.

"We go after the First," Meredith replied, deep in thought.

"Tomorrow. We leave tomorrow," Dean proclaimed, determined.

"Hey, you three! Get your silly butts over here! We're about to start cake," Molly hollered from the back porch door. Meredith, Sam, and Dean had escaped for just long enough to make the concoction and cast the spell. They had scrambled all afternoon to get the ingredients, before grinding them all into a powder.

"Coming!" Meredith called back. "Come on. If we don't go, she'll keep bothering us about it."

"What happened to a demon free birthday? You promised, Mer?" Molly asked, as soon as she got to the back porch where Molly stood, persistently.

"I know, I know, but this one was important," Meredith replied.

Molly frowned, "Alright, well promise me that from now on, it's a demon free birthday."

"I promise, Molly," Meredith answered, trying not to seem irritated. She knew her best friend was only looking out for her. She shot her friend a weak smile before entering the house.

"Okay, wait here," Molly said, running to go get the cake and leaving Meredith alone.

"We'll tell them later tonight," Dean whispered in her ear, catching up to her. "Once this is all over." Dean motioned to the party where the Winchesters and Walshes have convened, once again, for another family dinner.