A/N Thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far! I was amazed to get so many in so short a time. I love hearing that people like what I write, its like getting paid J

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"It's okay, Daddy. Don't worry. I'm with Mommy. We were gonna surprise you but I made her let me call you cause I knew you would worry and I don't want you to worry, Daddy… are you okay?"

John felt as though he had been kicked in the gut. "Son, I want you to tell me where you are." He said, trying to stay calm. Its not your mother, Sam, your mother is dead, he wanted to scream at him, but Sam was happy, he wasn't being hurt, and John wanted to keep it that way. The best way to do that was to play along.

"Mommy says that would spoil the surprise. " Sam told him in a voice that pure honest excitement and joy.

"Can- " His voice caught in his throat as he got out of bed and started dressing, as he held the phone to his ear "Can I talk to Mommy?"

"Hello, John" It was Mary's voice, and it cut through him like a thousand knives to hear it again, and know that it was some monster wielding it like a weapon. The sound was muffled as she lay her hand over the phone "Go on to bed, Sammy, I'll be in to tell you a story in a minute."

"But I wanna know what Daddy says" Came Sam's voice, muffled and distorted.

"I know…and Mommy will tell you all about it when I come tuck you in okay. "

"okay" He said, then had to have pulled the phone toward him for a moment "Good night Daddy, I love you" Came the little boys voice, and John could hear him running across the floor.

"What do you want?" John asked moving out of his room quietly and down the hall, wanting to make sure Dean was alright, with out waking him yet.

"Now, John, what kind of question is that?" Mary's voice asked. "I've been gone 5 years and all you can come up with is what do you want?" She sighed "I want my family back."

"My wife is dead. You might be able to fool a little boy, but you don't fool me." Once he was sure that Dean was sound asleep in his bed, he started to search the rest of the house. He sighed, closing his eyes, angry and horrified to see how Sam had made his escape out of the house with the step stool.

"My poor Johnny" She said "you have been at this hunt too long. it's a good thing I'm back. Let me talk to Dean. I miss him so much."

"Stop it" John growled "Just tell me where you are. I wont let you hurt my son."

"I have no intention of hurting the boys." She told him. "I love them. Now let me talk to my son." The last was said with a fierceness Mary had never possessed, and even knowing this wasn't really his wife, it was shocking to hear.

"He's- He's sleeping Mary" He said trying to find a solution, trying to sort out what this thing was that had his younger son. "He remembers the night you died, just hearing your voice out of the blue would scare him… hell it scares me" John said, as he went out into the yard, trying to find some clue as to what happened, where they might have gone. "Just … let me have a chance to explain it to him first." And get him the hell away from here before you can hurt him too, he thought.

There was a long silence "Alright, but I'm keeping Sam out of school tomorrow. I think you should do the same with Dean. Its important that we all are together again. More important than anything else, John, don't you agree?" Mary's voice asked.

"Yes" He answered, because he had no choice. "Yes… I want my family back together. Tell Sammy I love him and Daddy will see him soon" One way or another he would find his younger son.

"I'll call in the morning so I can talk to Dean." She said.

"Yeah… yeah we'll be here." John said. It would take Jim a couple hours to get there to take Dean to safety He would play along for now. He had to, Sam was alive and unharmed and he would do anything to keep it that way.

"I love you , John. "

John cleared his throat , he almost couldn't say it… not to this thing using Mary's form "Ahm… yeah… me too. Early tomorrow right? " he wanted this nightmare to end. Wanted his son back and this bitch dead. "I need to see you with my own eyes."

"Early tomorrow." She said "It really is me, John. You'll see. We'll be happy again." And with that she hung up.

John sank to the ground as though his legs had been cut out from under him. His chest tightened and all the grief he had been carrying around for the last five years welled up inside of him, threatening to break him apart at the seams. "God, Mary, forgive me. Forgive me" He breathed and ran a trembling hand through his dark hair. He growled, although to be fair the sound was more pain than anger, and got to his feet once more, dialing his friends number as he made his way back to the house.

"This had better be an emergency." Came the voice on the other line.

"Jim, its John. Can you come get Dean?" John asked, sitting down on the back steps not wanting to risk waking Dean yet .

"Just Dean?" Jim asked, even half asleep at half past three in the morning, he didn't miss that distinction.

John told Jim what had happened, the words running out of his mouth as a numbness settled in over him. "Jim… you don't think its possible that… that it could be her?"

"no." Jim said gently, yet firmly "Your Mary is gone. Whatever it is that has your son, is not her. I cant say if it was once her or not, but its not any more. Your Mary would never have kidnapped Samuel. If the good lord had provided such an amazing miracle as to bring your wife back to you… she would have run into your arms the very first thing, not lure a young boy away from the safety of his home."

John nodded, even though Jim couldn't see him "Yeah I know." He said "At least it hasn't hurt Sam…he sounded good. But now it wants Dean, and I want him out of here as soon as possible."

"I'm on my way, John. You just hold tight. I'll make some phone calls and we'll see if we cant figure out what this creature is so that you can get your boy back. "

"Thanks, Jim. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and went back into the house, putting on a pot of coffee and drinking half of it before going to wake his oldest son.