What if Jessica and Bobby's wife were two of the witnesses that came back?

Bobby, Sam and Dean sat in Bobby's house discussing the events of the day before. "Sam, there's no such thing as angels," Dean nearly shouted.

"Well, what was it then?" Sam asked.

"A demon, probably," Dean answered.

"A demon that was immune to devil's traps, salt, and Ruby's knife?" Sam asked skeptically.

Dean just shrugged. He refused to admit the possibility of angels.

Sam was about to argue more but the lights started flickering. "That's never a good sign," Bobby stated the obvious.

"Maybe it's the angel," Sam suggested hopefully. He would love to meet an angel. Although considering what he'd been up to lately, maybe he wouldn't.

"It wasn't an angel," Dean growled, as he grabbed his shotgun.

Sam and Bobby had grabbed theirs also. "I'll go upstairs, you two check outside," Dean said when it became apparent nothing was on the main floor.

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Dean crept up the stairs and went around the corner, to see the door at the far end of the hall slam shut. "Come out, come out, whoever you are," Dean sang.

"Hi, Dean," he heard from behind him and he swung around.

"Jessica?" Dean asked, surprised to see Sam's girlfriend.

"That's right. I'm surprised you remember me. You just me that one time and couldn't wait to drag Sam off. And he couldn't wait to run off with you and away from me."

"That's not true. Sam loved you. He was devastated after you died," Dean said.

"Really? He didn't sell his soul for me. Isn't that the way you Winchesters show your love?" Jessica asked, as she kicked Dean knocking him to the ground.

"You wouldn't have wanted him to do that," Dean said. He knew that first hand. He felt guilty that his Dad had sold his soul for him and knew Sam felt the same way about him doing it.

"I didn't want to burn alive on the ceiling," Jessica screamed and kicked Dean some more. "You wouldn't even let Sam try to save me."

"It was too late," Dean defended himself and drew his gun out from his waistband.

"Dean, you can't shoot me with bullets," Jessica said.

"I'm not going to shoot you," Dean said and aimed for the chandelier above her head. It fell on her and she disappeared.

"Iron," Dean explained to the air.

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Sam and Bobby went outside to look for whatever was making the lights blink. "Maybe you forgot to pay your electric bill," Sam said.

"Idgit."

"Bobby."

Sam and Bobby both turned towards the voice. "Who is that, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"My wife."

Dean had told Sam the story of Bobby's wife. How he had had to kill her because she was possessed, before he had known anything about demons, or the supernatural.

"You killed me, Bobby," she accused.

"I didn't mean to," Bobby said. "I didn't know any better."

She flung Bobby back against a truck and knocked him out. "Why did you do that? He loves you," Sam said.

She walked up to him and grabbed his shirt. He looked down at her hand and saw some kind of tattoo. He wouldn't have pictured Bobby with a woman who had a tattoo, for some reason.

"He didn't love me. He killed me," she said.

"Why are you back here now, after all this time?" Sam asked. This had all happened long before his father and Bobby met and he couldn't remember a time he didn't know Bobby.

"Because, I'm mad," she shrieked as she moved her hand up to Sam's throat to choke him.

Sam felt like he got choked a lot and didn't like it, so he wasn't going to talk any more and he shot her with his salt gun and she disappeared.

"Bobby," he called. Bobby stirred and Sam helped him back inside.

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As Sam and Bobby entered the house, Dean was just coming downstairs. "Bobby's wife was outside," Sam said.

"That's weird," Dean said.

"That's one word for it," Bobby said. He was still reeling from seeing his wife again. She looked just like she did before she died. She was so beautiful and he missed her so much. He just wished she wasn't mad at him for killing her. As he realized what he had just thought, he knew how stupid that was. Of course, she would hate him for killing her.

"That's not what I mean. I saw Jessica upstairs," Dean explained.

"Jess?" Sam asked. He looked up the stairs waiting to see if she would come down.

"She was mad at me for taking you away that day, and that I wouldn't let you try to save her," Dean said, leaving off the part of how she was mad at Sam for not selling his soul for her. No need to give him ideas.

"What's going on?" Sam asked. "Why here? Why now?"

"Wasn't she beautiful?" Bobby asked. He couldn't help himself. He hadn't seen his wife for over 20 years, and it was affecting him greatly.

"I was actually surprised she had a tattoo," Sam said, hoping to distract Bobby a bit. He understood how he felt. He hadn't gotten to see Jessica, but knowing that she was around here somewhere was very…he didn't know what it was exactly, but even if she did want to kill him, he hoped he would get to see her.

"A tattoo?" Bobby asked. "She didn't have a tattoo."

"On her hand," Sam clarified.

"Nope," Bobby said.

"Wait, I saw a tattoo on Jessica's hand, too," Dean chimed in.

"What did it look like?" Bobby asked.

"Paper?" Sam asked and Bobby supplied him with a sheet and a pencil. He quickly sketched out the design and showed it to Dean.

"Yeah, that's it," he concurred.

Sam showed it to Bobby. "I've seen that before," he said.

"Are you going to enlighten us?" Dean asked as no more information seemed to be forthcoming.

"It's the mark of the witnesses," Bobby said.

"Witnesses to what?" Sam asked.

"Witnesses to demons. Karen was possessed and Jessica was killed by a demon. They were raised. This is a sign of the Apocalypse."

"The Apocalypse?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

"That's right," Jessica said as she appeared before them.

"Jess, I've missed you so much," Sam said.

"You have a funny way of showing it," she said.