Author's Note: This one is a little short by Saturday, I will finally, finally, FINALLY have time to really write and I CANNOT wait. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Nothing much happens but it's a nice "moments" chapter.


"Here," Meredith said, handing her husband a cooler filled with lunch food to eat on the long drive ahead. "And don't forget-."

"My favorite knife!" Dean exclaimed as she handed him that as well. "Thanks, babe. You're the best."

"I was tempted to take it with me instead. I almost did… you're not the only one that likes that one," Meredith replied.

Dean smirked, "I love it when my girl talks about knives like that."

"Okay, okay, we get it. You two are in love with each other. No need to traumatize your children by making out all the time," Victoria teased.

"She is so your daughter," Meredith said to Dean causing him to laugh and Victoria to snort.

"Mm, and she got your sass. Alright, I'll see you on Sunday, babe. Call me if you run into any trouble," Dean said, kissing Meredith gently.

"Mom, are you sure we're going to need all of this stuff?" Flynn asked, heaving a duffle bag over his shoulder before hauling it into the trunk of the 1963 Mercury Comet.

"We never know what we might run into!" Meredith defended.

"You over pack, woman," Dean teased.

"I know!" Meredith said. He smiled, before kissing her once more and saying goodbye.

"You take care of your mom, alright?" Dean asked Flynn.

"Of course, Dad," Flynn smiled proudly.

"Be safe, babe," Meredith said. Dean nodded, before giving Flynn a goodbye hug and then getting into the Impala where Victoria had already been sitting in the passenger seat, impatiently awaiting their departure.

"Finally! You and Mom stopped making out," Victoria joked.

"Yeah, so what?" Dean asked, back.

She laughed, "You know, as much as we hate seeing it, we really love that you and Mom are still so in love with each other. I feel like a lot of my friends parents aren't like that anymore. You two… obviously… still have the spark."

Dean shrugged, "Well, your Mom and I went through a lot together."

Victoria nodded, "Yeah you two have. Jesus Christ, I never knew!"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Oh…" Victoria trailed off, knowing she had said too much.

"What do you know that I don't?" Dean asked, suspiciously.

Victoria took a long pause before she knew she could no longer withhold information from her father, "Haley and I were searching the attic and kind of found Mom's old diaries," she confessed all in one breath.

"What?!" Dean exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.

"I mean, she was fine with it!" Victoria defended.

"She never let me read those!" Dean pouted.

At that comment, Victoria began to laugh, "That's what that was about?"

"What?" Dean whined.

"You getting all pouty? Sorry, Dad, but that's just funny," Victoria continued to laugh.

"It's not funny! I have worked years to try and get her to let me read those," Dean groaned.

Victoria shook her head, "It's different. I mean, the whole thing is basically a love letter to you. Of course she doesn't want you to read them."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Because! It's embarrassing," Victoria reasoned.

He sighed before looking over at her, "Since when did you get so smart?"

"I don't know. It's a gift!" she jokingly gloated. He let out a hearty laugh in response to her comment. "So… what exactly do we think this thing is? This case. I put together a file from all the articles I could find." She took out the file from her bag, showing it to her dad.

"Good, kid," Dean nodded in approval, upon seeing the file. "Well, we're just going to have to see when we get to Wisconsin. It could be a number of things: angry spirit, shapeshifter posing as dead loved ones, witches, anything really."

"Gotcha. So how long till Wisconsin?" she asked.

Dean snorted, "You ask a lot of questions."

"Yeah, so?" Victoria asked back.

Dean laughed, "We got a while. But don't worry. Your old man still knows every back road and how to speed without getting caught."

"Cool," Victoria smiled, wickedly.

Dean looked around before saying, "Don't tell your mom, but I'll teach you all of them."

"Awesome!" she exclaimed.

"And in the meantime," Dean said, before putting in a cassette tape into the car. The sounds of "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin came blaring from the speakers. "Aww yeahhh." Victoria smiled to herself. This was going to be one hell of a road trip.


"So I made up the case file. I found every article recent and past cases in the town like it. There's been some pretty weird stuff, Mom. What do you think it is?" Flynn asked his mom.

"We can't be too sure until we get there. It could be a number of things: demons, witches with some sacrifice needed to be filled, you name it," she replied. She then began to laugh. "Sorry, I-, it's weird taking the two of you out hunting. With John and Jude it was because they had to and with you and Victoria-."

"It's the family business," Flynn completed.

Meredith looked over at him, compassion in her eyes, "Yeah." She took a long paused before looking over and asking, "You want to be doing this, right? We don't force you to?"

Flynn shrugged, "Yeah, it's cool, you know? Is it what I want to do for the rest of my life like Dad and Uncle Sam did for most of theirs? No. But now… yeah. My brothers did it, Vi's into it, and it's kind of like being a superhero, you know? It's like, if there's all this evil out there and we know about it, we're just as evil if we don't stop it, right?"

"Yeah," Meredith nodded, a smile creeping on her face. Since when had her son grown up so quickly and learned to speak so intelligently like this? She didn't really know, but she couldn't say that she hated it.

"It's like a hobby," Flynn chuckled.

Meredith laughed, "Demon hunting as a hobby… Most kids play chess or soccer or paint… our family, we kill evil spirits and demons. I-, I can't help but find the humor in that."

"Well, I still do that stuff too! You know, soccer and football and photography," Flynn added.

Meredith nodded, "Yeah, you do. It's all about balance, it seems. I had too much of a normal life with too much knowledge of the hunter's life and your father had too much hunting and not enough normal."

"And you both turned out fine! Sort of," Flynn teased.

"Hey!" Meredith protested.

"I'm just kidding, Mom. Dad on the other hand… kidding, again," Flynn said.

Meredith laughed, "But the two of you… you have normal and this. It's a good balance."

"What's that thing Dad said that Grandpa John used to say?" Flynn asked.

"The family that slays together stays together," Meredith answered.

"Exactly! And we're doing it as a fully functional family. No harm done, right?" Flynn asked.

"Right," Meredith answered, still unsure about her answer. Was there really no harm done? "I remember when Jude was in high school and was sure that this was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. And now look at him. He's going to be a doctor soon… it's funny how things work out."

"Yeah," Flynn nodded.

"I think he got a little hooked on it. Which you are not allowed to do!" Meredith chuckled.

"Noted," Flynn chuckled. "Alright, we've got a ways to Oklahoma. How about a good road mix?"

"I thought you might ask. I brought the iPod adapter. Did you make a playlist?" Meredith asked her son.

"Of course!" Flynn exclaimed, enthusiastically. He pulled his iPod out of his book bag that he had put in the front seat with him before plugging it into the iPod tape adapter hooked up to his mother's car. "Just a second… Viola!"

The sounds of eclectic, American band began to ring out through the speakers and Meredith smiled, "Listening to your music always makes me feel so old, but I like that you guys keep me updated with it."

"Mom, you're not that old!" Flynn exclaimed. "Think about Dad. He's probably listening to Led Zeppelin right now."

"Oh, he is – there's no doubt about that," Meredith chuckled.

"What an old geezer!" he joked.

"For Victoria's sake, I hope he doesn't smother her with over protectiveness," Meredith started.

"Dad wouldn't really-," Flynn began to protest but stopped himself. "Nahh you're right. He's going to be so overprotective, she probably won't even handle a gun."

"Yeahhh," Meredith sighed.


Victoria and Dean were in middle of nowhere Iowa before stopping at a roadhouse for a cup of coffee, food, and a beer for Dean. Besides, he wanted to show here what authentic road life was like, maybe even as a cautionary tale.

Dean had gotten up to go to the bathroom before they were about to head out. Victoria sat their table, munching on the remaining bowl of peanuts that had been placed on their table when they had sat down. She checked her phone, seeing that she had a text message from Haley and another one from Flynn.

"Meredith Summers?" she heard a voice ask, stunning her.

"What?" Victoria asked, whipping her head around quickly.

"Oh, nothin'. I coulda sworn… never mind," the man shook his head. He had greying hair, a full beard, and wore a plaid shirt with jeans. "Sorry for botherin' ya, ma'am,"

"No, no! It's-, Meredith Summers is my mother," Victoria said, stopping him from turning around.

"Well, I'll be damned," he gasped, taking one good look at her. "You look just like her."

"You knew my mom?" Victoria asked, curiously, taking a step toward the man.

"Of course I did. I knew her back in her college days… then a little while later. I was a frequent at the Harvelle Roadhouse. She and that boyfriend of hers were quite a team," he answered.

Harvelle Roadhouse… it sounded so familiar… Where had she heard that before? She chuckled at the fact that even he knew of the legacy love of her mom and dad.

"I'm Victoria Winchester," Victoria said, extending a hand out to the man. He took it, gladly, before shaking it.

"Winchester. Well, I'll be damned! So she married the Winchester boy after all, huh?" he smiled.

"Yeah," Victoria started, but before she could say anything else, the voice of her father interrupted her.

"Someone bothering you?" he asked, standing behind Carl Miller.

"Oh, Dad-," Victoria started. Carl turned around just in time for Dean to stop in his tracks.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Miller! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, after a while, I settled down here in Iowa. Tried out the white picket fence life… still come to places like this when I'm nostalgic for the old days. What're you doing here, Winchester, especially bringing this daughter of yours?" Carl asked.

"We're working a case, actually," Dean said.

Carl nodded, "I heard things were starting up again."

"Wh-, they're not. They're not actually, sweetie. Don't worry about-," Dean began to say to Victoria.

"Don't worry about it, Dad," Victoria shook her head.

Dean swallowed, "It's good seeing you. How have you been? Never took you to be rockin' the white picket fence."

"You too. So Meredith Summers, huh? How's that pretty, little wife of yours?" Carl asked.

"She's great. She has our other son right now in Oklahoma working a case," Dean replied.

"Two kids? You did good, Winchester," Carl complimented.

"Four, actually," Dean said. And with the look on her father's face, Victoria could tell that her father was more than happy to brag about their family.

"Wow. Well, would you look at that," Carl marveled.

"What about you?" Dean asked.

"A son," Carl answered.

"Ah well, it was good catching up with you. We better get going though. Evil never waits," Dean said. Victoria laughed at her father's use of the cheesy catch phrase.

"Yeah, I'll leave you too it. Good to see you, Winchester," Carl said back.

"You too," Dean replied.

"And it was nice meeting you, too Victoria. You're the spitting image of your mother," Carl said.

"Nice meeting you too," Victoria said back. She had forgotten that her mother had been a part of this life. With Dad, it was obvious – the whole life of the road, wandering hunter, different town every night thing – but with Mom, it was like she had this whole hidden past that none of them knew about.

"Take care," Dean said.

"You too, Winchester," Carl said back, before they left.

As Dean and Victoria made their way towards the Impala, Victoria burst into a fit of laughter.

"What? What's so funny?" Dean asked, shooting his daughter a perplexed look.

"We better get to Wisconsin soon. Evil never sleeps," Victoria teased.

"Ahhh, leave me alone! I'm old," Dean said, attempting to swat her comment away.

"Nope, no, it's too funny, Dad," Victoria laughed.

"Here, kid. You've got an hour," Dean said, tossing the keys to Victoria. Victoria caught them perfectly, her eyes widening.

"You mean it?" she asked.

"Yeah, you're getting the full hunting experience this way," Dean shrugged. "Besides, I told you I'd teach you all the back roads and how to get away with speeding on them. Gotta stay true to my word, don't I?"

"I guess so," Victoria shrugged, playing it off like it was no big deal, although both of them knew that it really was.

"Come on, kid. We've got work to do," Dean said, smiling at his daughter.