May 2nd, 1973: Kathleen Campbell's Point of View

The hunt had gone well with Uncle Jacob. Only took us a weekend to find the spirit and find it's bones and burn it. I couldn't explain the feeling of sure pride in saving those people as we pulled up to our big white house. I kissed Uncle Jacob good bye.

"Take care of yourself little Katie," says Uncle Jacob, "and tell your sister I say hello,"

"I will," I promise.

"Tell your daddy to call me," says Uncle Jacob pulling away in his pick up truck.

I opened the door immediately sensing the tense atmosphere and that it was completely quiet.

"Hello?" she called, "mom? Dad? Mary?"

John my sister's boyfriend is standing in the kitchen cooking something. He turns to me and it's easy to tell that he has been crying.

"What's going on?" I ask now fearful, "are you all right? Where's Mary?"

"I'm fine," John soothes, "Mary's resting,"

"Then I'm confused," I say and then the look in his eyes. My parents.

"Mom! Dad!" I yell.

John wraps his arms around me as I kept yelling. Normally this would have embarrassed me considering I was three years younger, he was dating my sister and he was hot. I cried into his shoulder and he held me.

"Shhh it's ok," he says.

When I finish sobbing I ask him how.

"Your father suffered from a heart attack," says John softly.

"And my mom?" I ask not sure if I wanted to hear his answer.

"Someone broke into your home," he mutters softly into my hair.

I cried again my whole body racked I grabbed at my hair. I yelled and screamed out no. Mary walks downstairs and she looked worse than John did. Our blue eyes lock.

"Let me," she says.

Mary hugs me sitting next to me our kitchen floor.

"It's gonna be ok," she soothes, "I'm here,"

"No it's not," I sob onto her shoulder ruining her blouse.

"Hey Jude don't be afraid," Mary's soft refrain came to me.

It was the song she sang to me every night and every morning I woke with a night terror. She was always so motherly.

May 8th, 1973: Samuel and Deanna Campbell's Funeral: General Point of View

They were buried on a beautiful sunny day, with many locals in attendance. Uncle Jacob walks up to the girls and John, hugging his nieces and shaking John's hand.

"Heart attack Sam you old son of a bastard," states Uncle Jacob and he turns to the girls, "never thought I'd see my brother go like that,"

"Yeah I don't think it'd ever be heart attack," states Kathleen staring at Mary who was yet to tell her how their parents really died.

Mary nods her head and John holds her close pulling her into a hug.

"I've gotta head back to the shop are you sure you're all right?" he asks.

"Yeah me and Katie we'll be fine," Mary says smiling weakly as John kissed her goodbye.

Mary wrapped her arm around Katie's shoulder and the pair walked back to their father's old pick up truck. As they drive off Katie turns to her.

"How did Mom and Dad really die?" demands Katie, "Mary I want the truth I know you've been lying to John 'cause he ain't a hunter but it's me Mary don't lie,"

Mary breaks down crying saying everything about the strange Dean VanHalen the deal she had made and their parents true deaths.

"We'll let's find this demon and smoke it before it kills you," says Katie wiping the tears from her eyes.

"No," Mary says firmly.

"Excuse me?" asks Katie tears now, "this thing is coming back for you-

"No it's not it's just coming to my home in ten years it said I wouldn't lose my soul," Mary says.

"And you believe a demon?" demands Katie, "even if it doesn't kill you Mar what do you think it will do in your home in ten years?"

"It said no one would get hurt," states Mary, "but think Katie we don't need to be afraid anymore, no more hunting, me and John we have a house deal,"

"Where?" Katie breathed.

"Lawrence, Kansas it's absolutely beautiful Katie you'll love it," states Mary, "the house will be ours right before we get married on May 21st,"

Katie nods trying to be happy for her sister, but something in the pit of her stomach told her it wouldn't end well.

May 21st, 1973: John and Mary's Wedding Day

It was again sunny, it was uncomfortable in the heat but everyone smiled anyway. Mary had four bridesmaids Katie was her maid of honor and John's three younger sisters were the others.

"Do you Mary Elizabeth Campbell take this man to be your awful wedded husband in sickness and in health for better and for worse?"

"I do," Mary says.

"Do you Jonathon Eric Winchester take this woman to be your awful wedded wife in sickness and in health for better or for worse?"

"I do," says John.

"You may kiss the bride,"

They pulled up to the little white house Katie had to agree with Mary it was absolutely beautiful. There was three rooms in the house, John and Mary got the master and Katie got the room down the hall(Sam's nursery).

April 14th, 1978 Katie is 21 years old, Mary is twenty-four and John is twenty-four. Katie's point of view

I had to leave I knew that much, Mary and John have been the best, but they're young and married I'm just the mere third wheel. I had also heard them discussing a honeymoon that they could afford now and they were talking about a conceiving a baby. I can't stay they need this room for their kids. I told Mary.

"Where will you go?" she asks, "me and John we're your only family,"

"I have Uncle Jacob," I remind her.

"He's a hunter-

"I'm a hunter," I say gently.

Mary sits on my bed she looks upset. I join her grabbing her hand.

"What if you can't find Uncle Jacob?" asks Mary, "he doesn't actually have a home,"

"I'll find a way. If not I'll go hunting on my own," I say firmly.

"No, no, no you've never been out there without me or mom or dad or Uncle Jacob," says Mary, "and you're not a hunter-

"Mary we've lived five years without hunting I never fit in at school-

"Oh-

"Mary I was a freak with a knife collection," I tell her, "my only friend was the fricken lunch lady. Mary sixteen years of my life have been hunting I haven't known another life I'm sorry I can't do this not anymore,"

"Don't you want to be safe? To have a family-

"You have your dream family Mary and I'll be there to make sure the monsters in their closets don't get 'em. Now you call me when you get that niece or nephew of mine,"

I kiss her cheek and hug her tightly. I fight back tears here was my moment finally leaving my sister it left me with pride and depression.

"Promise me you'll come back," Mary says.

"Deal," I reply.

John is sleeping on his refraining chairs he looks peaceful, I blow him a kiss good bye and close the door lightly. I look back at the peaceful little house how much had Mary and I wished on stars for this life? For the safe apple pie life with the picket fence? Maybe Mary and my wishes could come true for Mary's future children. I still had my Dad's pick-up truck for my car, it was nothing like the Impala but it was something. I turned on the ignition.

"Here we go Katie," I tell myself.

I pull up to a motel a few towns over, I take out my wallet from the compartment. My dad had left a folder of pictures one of him and Uncle Jacob from childhood, of my parents wedding day, a baby picture of Mary, a baby picture of me and a picture of me, and Mary resting on his knees on his pickup truck. I can feel tears coming to my eyes. I place it back into the glove compartment.

"Hi I'd like one king please," I say to the man at the front desk and I pay her in money not wanting to go back to credit cards just yet.

I fell asleep with one mission to find Uncle Jacob, that means calling the usual suspects Pastor Jim, the Road House and there was that new guy Bobby Singer that Uncle Jacob mentioned once. Once it was past ten the next morning I began calling them.

"Hello?" Pastor Jim's voice answers.

"Hi it's Katie," I say then realizing he only knew me by my full name, "Kathleen Campbell,"

"Hello Kathleen how are you?" asks Pastor Jim.

"I'm good," I reply.

"Well Kathleen what can I do for you?" he asks.

"Have you spoken to my Uncle Jacob lately?" I ask my heart pounding hoping he'd have an answer.

"Yes he said he was going on a possible case in Kentucky," says Pastor Jim.

"Do you know what town?" I ask.

"No I'm sorry I don't he only sent his coordinates," says Pastor Jim.

I wrote down the coordinates and walked out to the truck and took out Dad's map.

"You and Uncle Jacob always had to make it hard," I say looking toward the sky, "ever heard of using an actual town's name?"

It was small town in Kentucky it took me nearly seven hours to get there. I went first to the motel on the right that's what he always did. I walked straight up to the front desk.

"Hi I'm looking for a guy," I say.

"Aren't we all?" replied the woman.

"No did anyone check in as Van Halen?" I ask.

"Yes one gentlemen older man," says the woman.

"Can I have his motel room number please," I say, "he's my Uncle,"

I knock on the door, Uncle Jacob is nearing sixty with a little hair left. He sticks one eye in the peep hole.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"It's me little Katie," I say.

He opens the door slowly sprinkling salt at me.

"Glad to see you trust me so much," I mumbled brushing the salt off.

"Sorry sweetie," he opens the door all the way handing me a beer, "you're legal right?"

"Yes," I reply he looks anxiously at me, "there's holy water in this right?"

I take sip and then he looks relaxed.

"I thought you and your sister 'retired' from hunting," he says.

"She did I just acted like it," I admitted, "I mean I really tried for Mary she was so hopeful we could be a real family. One who went to picnics and junk like that. But that's just not us Campbells,"

"So you want back in the hunt?" he asks.

"Yes," I tell him.

He hands me a knife hilt first and smiles.

"Kid you're gonna be rusty," he says.

October 13th,1978 Katie: 22 John: 25 Mary: 24. Mary is 6 months pregnant with Dean. After a hunt in a nearby town Katie decides to trop by. Katie's POV

I look at my watch it's a little after 7 they should be done with dinner by now. I count in my head one for the money… two for the show….three to get ready….four to go. I knock on the door, Mary opens up sure shock and happiness etched in her features. My first reaction is too look at her stomach seeing it swollen and pregnant. My sister was pregnant.

"John! John it's Katie!" Mary yells hugging me.

I could feel small kicks from where her stomach was hitting mine. Mary's hand went thru my hair.

"I missed you little sis," says Mary.

John smiles at me and he kisses my cheek.

"It's been a long time," I say smiling.

"Come in for a beer," Mary invites.

I smile as I walk into the home. John runs into the kitchen as Mary and I sit in the living room.

"How much longer?" I ask.

"Until late January," she says excitedly, "oh Katie I don't know if I can wait that long for this baby,"

I smile at her it was everything she had ever wanted. I felt like I was being rude staring at her stomach. I couldn't help but wonder would I ever be a mother? Have child growing in my stomach?

"Katie I already have a name picked out for my baby," says Mary, "Deanna,"

I can tell how proud she is of her little Deanna. Mary rubs her stomach affectionately.

"What if the baby is a boy?" I ask knowing how childish the question was.

"Dean my baby will be a Dean," says Mary, "you must come back before this baby is born Katie. You're gonna be the baby's godmother. I want you back before Christmas,"

"I don't know-

"No exceptions Kathleen Anne Campbell!" yells Mary, "this baby's gonna need it's aunt,"

I felt as if Mary was just saying that to get me to stay. That baby didn't need its aunt it had its parents. I smile weakly at her.

"Promise me," she says.

"Promise," I say.

December 21st, 1978 Mary: 25, John: 25 Katie: 22. Mary is 8 months pregnant with Dean.

"Light the bones baby," says Uncle Jacob.

I give him an odd look.

"What?" he asks.

"Don't ever say that again," I tell him.

We both chuckle as the bones burned. We put out the fire and placed the dirt back on the grave. I knew my time to get to Mary before Christmas were getting slimmer by the second. I had to keep my promise to my sister.

"Uncle Jacob," I say softly, "I promised Mary I'd spend Christmas with her,"

"You tell my great-nephew I say hello," he says.

And I don't bother to tell him that my Uncle that one the baby wasn't born yet and could be a girl. I got to Mary's just before five in the afternoon I drove all morning.

"Katie!" yells Mary her stomach was visibly larger and I could remember.

John comes downstairs with paint all over him. He waves his hello.

"We just finished painting the baby's nursery," states Mary all but dragging me upstairs.

The nursery was the spare guest room. There was a little crib and I had to smile at it. The one thing I didn't agree with was the angel statue.

"Isn't it a bit cheesy?" I ask pointing to it.

"Now that's what I said," says the now-cleaned John from the hallway he kisses his wife.

"I think it's perfect," states Mary.

John once again leaves.

"Mary angels I mean come on," I say.

"That's the hunter talking," Mary tells me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"You see the evil in the world and as a mother I can see the positive in the world," says Mary.

Bull I thought you're a hunter and technically not a mother 'cause your baby's not born yet.

"Are you crazy? Of course you should see the evil in the world you know what's out there!"

"I do," says Mary then rubbing her stomach, "I want my baby to be safe the baby's not gonna know. I found the perfect thing to tell my baby at night,"

"I'd thought you'd sing Hey Jude that always got me to sleep," I say instantly forgetting my anger.

"That too," says Mary, "I'm going to tell my baby that angels are watching over you,"

"Oh Mary," I say weakly not wanting to wreck my sister's happy mood.

If you were wondering when Katie's day of birth was August 4th, 1957 three years younger than Mary. Hope you like it I'm not positive where I'm going with this but you never know.