A/N: For those of you who have read the first chapter, I have made a few drastic edits to it. You'll find you may need to glance over it to not be lost.

A/N: Car type has been changed so that it is a four door vehicle.

Pleading for Help

Upon waking the following morning her resolve for help grew firmer. After feeding and changing her son, slipping into blue jeans and a t-shirt herself, she packed up their things. Once back in her car, a '67 Plymouth Valiant the same color as her brothers '67 Chevy Impala and her father's truck, she took a breath. John was in the backseat in his car seat, his blanky in one hand, a baby pooh bear stuffed animal in the other. He kicked his feet, smiling at his mother from his seat as he made little noises. She would smile back at him before turning the radio on low, the music would calm her while combined with the motion it was help put John to sleep for the ride.

She set off to Bobby's house, driving safely but not making any stops that didn't involve a diaper change or feeding for her son. The car slowed to a halt in front of the house in the Singer Salvage yard. She got out slowly, shutting her door and opening the rear door behind her seat; leaning in to unbuckle her son from his car seat in order to remove him from the car. Balancing the boy in her arms, his head resting just above her heart she took a deep breath. Shutting the door with her hip she took the steps needed for her to reach Bobby's front door. She shifted John a little in her arms so she could knock on the door. She bit her bottom lip, nervous as she waited for an answer.

Bobby was trying to sleep, never mind that it mattered to anyone else. Groaning he threw his robe on after getting up off of the bed. "I swear Sam bitches more than a three year old who just got its candy taken away. And whose job is it to fix it? Mine. Who gets thanked for it? Aint me..." and he continued bitching all the way to the door. Opening it his mouth beat his head, "What kind of crap do I have to pull you out of this time ya damn idji... Oh... Marie."

She tried to hide the small smile that tugged at her lips when he answered. Her eyes moved over him in a quick glance, noting the robe. "Sorry to wake you... it's just... some really weird things have been happening to me and last night something happened to john..." she bit her bottom lip nervously. "I didn't know who else to trust..."

"What do you mean weird things?" Moving out of the way for her to come in, and once she did the door was closed and locked behind her.

She took a nervous breath and shifted John in her arms a little. "first it was a slight burn from boiling water that healed, I thought I was just seeing things." she closed her eyes a moment, "but then a few days ago I was cutting carrots for a stew and the knife slipped. I saw the cut, the blood and then... Then it was gone... And last night..." she looked down at john.

"Hey, you have to slow down." He ushered her to the living room, if you could call it that from the state of the clutter, and Sitting her down on the couch. "Now start from the beginning."

"Well several months ago I was making some hot tea. Water splashed my hand while I was pouring it. I set the cup and kettle down and went to the sink to run cold water over it, but before I could turn the tap the burn was gone. Then a few days ago I was cutting carrots for the stew I was gonna have for dinner and the knife slipped in my hand. I know I cut myself, there was even blood on the board and knife but... before I could really react the wound was gone." she leaned down to kiss johns head. "I left with him the next morning for here. I made a stupid mistake last night and I'm scared of what it means for my son..."

Bobby sat down in his chair, focusing on the last part of what she said for the moment. "What did you do?" Leaning forward and narrowing his eyes just slightly. That twinge of his voice pitched just right as always when one of them did something stupid.

"John was so fussy and hungry I didn't lay down salt just after we entered the room. I was going to when this pain entered my head with a voice... He..." she blinked and a few tears slipped down her face. "It was HIM... Bobby he kept increasing the pain and telling me if I didn't go into the bathroom that id burn like my mother and others had... I... I don't know what he did to John but he was screaming and crying when I was able to leave the bathroom..."

"Who is HIM exactly? You're not making alo..." Bobby paused a moment. "Burn like your mother did. Azazel? That son of a bitch is back?" He took a breath, "I bet you he did what he did to Sam."

"And to me apparently..." she looked down, sighing. "Dad told me once our mothers died the same way..."

"Well yeah, you know how they died."

She nodded. "Yes... I couldn't let John see that, knowing it wouldn't be likely anyone would be able to save him... Bobby, what's going on?"

He just kind of stewed for a few minutes; it was evident on his face. Suddenly standing up and starting to pace, "John's his now, you too; just Like Sam was. He's going to develop some kind of... of ability; like Sam did and..." He looked at her. "Like it seems you are. Azazel's marked him. You didn't make a deal with him, did you?"

"I never made a deal with any demon Bobby. You think I'm insane? My life was normal. I went to school and had a few friends. Then you called me and told me Sam was dead too... A week later I meet some guy who says he's an archangel of all things and that for our mutual safety I should call him Herald." she took a calming breath. "I woke up alone in bed and nine months later john was born."

"So Azazel didn't take your going in the other room as agreeing to a deal, he didn't try to kiss you?" Bobby stopped pacing and went to the kitchen briefly to grab a beer.

She shook her head as she watched Bobby grab a beer. A small smile touched her lips before it fell when she registered his words. "He didn't mention anything... And we definitely did not kiss. I didn't even see him."

"Okay well maybe no then, but who knows with him." He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he tipped the bottle back, walking back into the living room, sitting back down in his chair. "Still... if he did what he did to Sam, to John, that means he's going to stick around until John's 22. Just like all of the others."

"What did he do to Sam? You never told me much and dad refused, said it better I not know."

"I don't really understand it really. He did something to him the night their mother died; did the same thing to other kids when they turned six months old too. Then when Sam was 22 he started having visions and... Well, it seemed to be different things for each psychic kid. The more the kids practiced the more things they could do." He remembered what Jake had said; the way he made Ellen hold the gun to her head.

"Like healing a deep knife wound in under a minute?" She looked up fearfully at Bobby.

He shook his head a bit as the beer bottle was lifted again. "No... I don't recall anything like that." He seemed to be thinking about what she said, all of it coming back to him now the shock of the situation was leaving him.

"Bobby... when my knife slipped from the carrot it cut bone deep... and healed before I could react…" she looked near panicking now, her free hand moving through Johns hair to try and soothe herself more than the baby who was still just looking around at everything as he had been doing since she sat down. "This is all so confusing... I don't know what to do..."

His shoulders lifted as did his hands; "I don't know." he set down his beer on the coffee table after another long drink. He lifted his cap, scratching his head a moment as he thought. "It seems like your ability has something to do with healing." He looked to Marie and then John, the boy so small in his mother's arms. He nodded, settling his decision in his mind. "Alright, you can stay in your brothers' old room till we figure out what exactly is going on. I don't want to see another Winchester fall victim to that demon."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the second chapter, and as I said at the beginning of this I made some changes to the first chapter which affects the overall story. I'm setting this in-between season three and four, about a month before dean comes back from hell. And special thanks to Angelus who helped with most of the Bobby parts.