What if Samuel sold his soul for Mary?
Samuel approached the crossroads. Since Crowley was dead, he was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. He buried the box with the requisite items and waited patiently. Finally, a woman in a black dress showed.
She flashed her red eyes at him and said, "Samuel Campbell, already know you're going to Heaven and you're willing to sell your soul?"
"Yes. Bring my daughter back and I get ten years with her."
The demon considered. It had been a long time, but this man had exorcised hundreds of her kind. "OK," she said and pulled him into a kiss. Then she disappeared.
Mary suddenly appeared laying down in the road in front of him. This wasn't the young daughter that he remembered. This woman was older. She looked up at him and opened her eyes. "Dad?" The last thing she remembered was being in this place they called Purgatory with monsters and the ghosts of those who had tainted their souls badly enough to exclude them from Heaven, but not damn them to Hell. It was a lie that you could work your way into Heaven, though. Purgatory was just as permanent as either of those places.
"Mary, is that you?" He wasn't sure. She had changed a lot since the time he died.
"Where are we?" she asked looking around. She knew for a fact that she hadn't moved on to Heaven. This looked a lot like earth.
"Indiana," he answered.
Well, that was definitely part of earth last she checked. "How did I get here? How did you get here?" She remembered her father died about 10 years before she did.
"Long story. Let's go home."
"Home? Is Mom back, too?"
"No," Samuel said. He regretted only having one soul to sell.
They got in his car and started driving back to the compound. "How are we here?" Mary asked again.
"A demon pulled me out of Heaven and I sold my soul to bring you back," Samuel admitted. In his experience, it was impossible to keep a secret like that anyway.
SSS
"Sam, don't walk away," Dean called after Sam. He had to convince him that he wanted his soul back. He just had to.
"There's no point, Dean. We want different things and we can't trust each other. You're afraid of me like this, and I'm afraid you'll try to lock me in the panic room."
"OK. But we have to do one last thing together. It wouldn't feel right to not do it," Dean said, trying to stall for time.
"What?" Sam asked. He had a feeling Dean was just trying to stall, but he couldn't imagine what he was talking about.
"Samuel. He betrayed us like nobody's business. We need to take care of him," Dean said. He knew that it wasn't Samuel's fault that Sam didn't have a soul. It wasn't his fault that Sam didn't want his soul, but the man had handed them over to demons without a second thought or regret.
"You want to kill our grandfather?" Sam asked, surprised. He kind of wanted to, but he couldn't believe Dean did, too. The last time he'd tried to kill the man, Dean had stopped him.
"You were right before. He betrayed us. And it's worse because he's family. I expect a demon to betray us. I expect vampires to try to eat us. I don't expect grandfathers to sell us out."
Sam shrugged. "Let's go. " To be honest, he was starting to care about Dean. Tonight in the compound, when the demons had taken him away, he had actually been worried about him. Had realized that he would miss him if he died.
SSS
"What is this place?" Mary asked.
"Hunting compound," Samuel answered. "It's pure iron lined with salt and silver. Monster proof."
"That's cool. What year is it?" Mary asked. She knew it was after 2005 because that was when she had chased that poltergeist out of her house. She had been sitting in that house for 22 years, just silently watching the inhabitant come and go, wondering what had happened to her sons. Then one day, a poltergeist had moved in. Shortly thereafter, a single mother with two young children. She had vowed to protect them.
She had never imagined in her wildest dreams that her sons would show up. Two boys—no, young men—had shown up on the doorstep and introduced themselves as Sam and Dean Winchester. Those were her sons. She could feel that it was true, too.
She was dismayed to find out they were hunters. They had to be, that was why they came. She had no idea how that had happened. She could feel the psychic energy coming off of him and wondered if that yellow-eyed demon had something to do with that. The boys tried to purge the house of the poltergeist and her. Of course they didn't know it was her. It hadn't worked, though. She sacrificed herself to get rid of the poltergeist and they both ended up in Purgatory, until now.
"It's 2010," Samuel answered.
Mary nodded. She wondered if her boys were still alive. Hunting was dangerous work. "Do you know where my sons are?" she asked. "I had two sons. I named them after you and mom. Sam and Dean."
"I know. I've met them."
"What did you do?" Dean asked, coming in to the room.
"What are you doing here?" Samuel asked.