What if it took place right after my What if Lazarus Rising?

"We need to talk about everything that happened yesterday," John said. John, Mary, Sam, and Dean were sitting around a table that had been in Mary's family for centuries. It was held in trust, so it was still sitting there waiting for them after all these years.

Sam looked down at his feet. He knew that part of what his father wanted to talk about was what he did to those demons in the diner.

"Do you really think that was an angel?" Mary asked. She used to tell Dean that angels were watching out for him. She had always hoped that she was right, but knowing what she knew, she was afraid to truly believe.

"Of course not," John said.

"Why of course not?" Sam asked. He believed in God and angels. He had to. It was the only way he could cope with what he was. He needed to believe in divine forgiveness.

"Because there's no such thing, Sam," Dean said. "We went through this before, remember?"

"Why would he lie?" Mary asked.

"Maybe he was a demon," John suggested.

"He wasn't a demon," Sam said.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"I just know." It had probably been a mistake to say anything, but he knew when people were possessed. He could feel their demon "vibe."

Everyone else was quiet. They were thinking about what they saw Sam do yesterday.

"How did you do that?" John asked.

"I have demon blood in me," Sam said. They already knew that anyway, they had overheard him telling Mary. He just wouldn't tell them that he was replenishing it with Ruby.

"And that lets you tell who's possessed and exorcise them with your mind? You could never do that before," Dean pointed out.

Sam shrugged.

"Come on, Sam. That's not good enough. Even when you were having visions, you couldn't do that. After Yellow Eyes died, even that went away. What's going on?" Dean demanded.

"Ruby just taught me how to concentrate my power. That's all," Sam answered.

"Why are you friends with a demon, anyway? How did that happen?" Mary asked. When she was a kid, she had a friend who was a vampire. The vampire drank animal blood and didn't kill anybody, but when her father found out, he beheaded her. Mary didn't necessarily think all supernatural things were evil, but demons were from Hell. They would certainly have to be evil. But, she was willing to give her son the benefit of the doubt.

"She showed up after the devil's gate opened up and offered to help save Dean from his deal. It didn't work out that way, but she's been helping me since Dean died."

"Not anymore," John said.

Sam was glad to have his family back and he didn't want to argue. He had spent his whole life arguing with his father and the last thing he had done before he'd died was try to pick a fight. He would never make that mistake again. He would do everything he could to not fight with his father because he could never know when it would be the last time he saw him. He had no intention of giving up Ruby, but his family didn't need to know that. "Yes, sir," he said.

Dean was happy to hear that. He could never make Sam see the light where Ruby was concerned. Then, he wondered why that was so easy. Sam spent most of his life doing the opposite of what John wanted. "Really?" he asked.

"I've lost all of you and now you're back. I don't want to fight with you guys, so if you don't want Ruby around, she's gone," Sam said simply.

Dean still didn't look convinced and seemed to be about to argue further.

"Sam says he's done with Ruby, I think we need to believe him," Mary interjected. After only a couple of days with her family, she was picking up on the dynamics and she felt that maybe John and Dean were too hard on Sam.

Sam looked at her gratefully and shot her a small smile.

"What do we do now?" Sam asked.

"Maybe we should just hunt stuff," John said. It was all he knew anyway. He couldn't believe that things had changed so much that people didn't need saving. Mary didn't look thrilled with his decision but she didn't say anything.

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"OK, I think I've got a job," Sam said looking up from his laptop.

"What is that anyway?" Mary asked.

"It's a computer," Sam said.

"That? It's too small. Computers are big. And how would you get a computer? They costs thousands of dollars."

Dean smiled. "You've been gone a long time, Mom."

"So, what's this job?" John asked. He was eager to get on with it. He was curious to see how they would all work together as a family. How everyone had changed since he'd died and how adding Mary to the mix would affect things.

"There's a guy in this small town in Idaho. He died from razor blades in his Halloween candy."

"Why is that our kind of thing?" Dean asked. "And it's still one day until Halloween? Why is he already eating candy?"

"Yeah, like you would leave Halloween candy hanging around waiting. Anyway, it was a bite size piece of candy and they found about 7 razor blades. It would be a little obvious don't you think?"

"OK, let's go," John said and led the way out to the car. He got in the driver's seat.

"Um, my car," Dean protested.

"I gave it to you," John pointed out.

"So, it's mine."

"I'm driving and that's that," John said, firmly.

"Fine, shotgun," Dean said.

"No, your mother sits in the passenger seat."

Sam was doing everything he could not to laugh.