"Sam, Dean," John Winchester said as he entered the motel room the three Winchesters were staying in. John hadn't found a new hunt in a while and, from the tone of his voice, Dean thought he had finally found one . "We're going to Jersey."
"Jersey?" The 14 year old Dean asked.
"Yes!" 10 year old Sam yelled. "We're going to see Aunt Clara. Finally!"
Both boys had heard a lot about their dad's younger sister, but they had never actually met her. They knew that she lived in New Jersey and that she had four kids. That was about it though.
"Yes, we're going to stay with Clara," John said ruffling the hair of his youngest. "And her husband Eddie and their 4 kids. Danny being the oldest at 16, Matt 4 years younger than him and then the girls, Jemma and Lisa, at 10 and 7."
Dean's eyes seemed to flicker as his dad told them the ages of their cousins, he didn't seem to like the idea of not being the eldest. Sam, on the other hand, has started to bounce on the balls of his feet at the prospect of not being the youngest. "When do we leave dad?" He asked.
"As soon as we're packed we'll head on over to Jersey," John said. Dean slumped forward and went off to pack his bags. "And Dean we'll take a shortcut through an airfield."
"You mean I can drive?" The teenager asked, with a lot more energy now at the simple prospect of being behind the wheel of the Impala.

"That's exactly what I mean," John clarified.

About a day later the Winchesters were pulling up outside the house of Clara Williams. On the front lawn they could see Danny and Matt playing a version of Baseball that only involved a batter and pitcher. As soon as the car stopped, Sam was bouncing in his seat. "Dad! Can I go play with them? Please?" The 10 year old had turned his puppy dog eyes on his father.
John chuckled. "Not yet Sammy, once we've got the introductions done, then you boys can knock yourselves out."

Sam pumped his fist upwards with a yell of victory. As the family climbed from the depths of their car, Dean noticed that the younger, darker haired of the two boys had disappeared into the house.

"Hey," The older boy said, Dean assumed this was Danny. "You must be the Winchesters. Matt's just gone inside to get Mom and Step-Ed. I'm Danny by the way."

"Nice to meet you Danny," John said, holding his hand out to the 16 year old. "I'm your Uncle John and these are my boys Sam and Dean."

Danny shook John's hand. "Nice to meet you, too," he said. He then turned to Sam. "So I hear you're 10?" He asked enthusiastically. "Big number, 10."

The little boy nodded. "10 and a half!" He corrected proudly.

"Wow!" Danny said. "Almost old enough for middle school!"

Sam nodded, his fringe bouncing as he bobbed his head rapidly. "I won't stay in one school for long though, we move around too much."

"Aw," Danny said, with sympathy in his voice. "That's too bad."

"Hey there Danny-Boy," A man's voice said from the doorway. "You bonding with your cousins?"

"That's right, Step-Ed," Danny said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "At one point he called me Dad," He said to John, as he jerked his thumb at the teen. "I'm Eddie, you must be John, the older brother I've heard so much about."

John laughed. "That'd be me," He said, clapping his hand onto Eddie's extended forearm. "Clara tells me you're a fireman."

"Yeah," Eddie said. "Brutal job, just this week I've rescued 4 cats that are stuck in trees, cut three motorists out of their cars and stood around at a traffic collision in case someone needed cutting out or something exploded."

"Doing your duty I see," John said, laughing. That was when Eddie's phone rang. He picked up.

"Williams," he said down the phone. "Got it, I'm on my way." He hung up and turned back to John. "Looks like I spoke too soon, we've got a house fire going on." As he started to make his way to his car he called to his wife. "Clara, I've got to go to work!"

"Alright," Clara said as she appeared in the doorway. "Just grab some milk on your way home if the shops are open."

"Will do," Eddie called as he jumped in the car and sped down the street, presumably in the direction of the fire station.

Dean's eyes focused off as he gripped the armrests either side of him. Beside him, Charlie started to complain: "You can't just stop a story there Dean!" Dean gritted his teeth and started humming Metallica. "You really don't like planes, do you?" The Winchester shook his head. "Well continue the story then."

"You trying to distract me?" He asked, his eyes turning to Charlie.

"You got a better idea?" She asked with a shrug.

"Alright so..."