Sam lay next to Jessica holding her. He had missed this. He hadn't realized how much lately. He was waiting for her to fall asleep and then he had work to do. Soon, he felt her breathing steadily and knew she was sleeping. He wasn't quite ready to leave her yet, though, so he just lay there for ten more minutes. But, he didn't like being this exposed, when he knew she was a target, so he eased himself up, so he wouldn't wake her and tiptoed out to the other room.

He went into the kitchen and got some salt. He started laying the salt lines at the windows. He knew Jessica would wonder why they were there, but he would worry about that tomorrow. He had to keep that Yellow-Eyed Demon out.

He went to salt the door and he heard scratching on the other side. He assumed it must be Dean. He flung open the door, surprising his brother who was in the midst of picking the lock.

"Ever hear of knocking?" Sam asked.

"Sorry. Look, we need to talk," Dean said. He was thrown a little off balance. He hadn't expected Sam to open the door for him. He had figured he was rusty and he would have to go in his bedroom and wake him up. Then he was going to give him grief for being rusty. His whole plan was shot to hell.

"Yeah, I know. Dad's missing and you want me to help find him. But I can't," Sam said.

"How did you know that and why not?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I can't leave right now, though, because Jessica's in danger," Sam whispered.

"Who's Jessica?"

As if on cue, Jessica came into the room and switched the light on. "Sam, what's going on?"

"Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica," Sam said, choosing to answer Dean's question.

"Your brother Dean?" Jessica asked. Sam didn't talk about his family much, but when he did, his face lit up at the stories he would tell about Dean. She was excited to meet him.

"You are way out of my brother's league," Dean smiled as he approached Jessica. "I love the Smurfs," he added, commenting on her nightware.

"Let me change," Jessica said. She wanted to get to know Dean. She was sure they had something they could offer him and they could sit up and talk for a while.

"Actually, Jess, could you excuse us while we go outside to talk?" Sam asked.

"Sure," Jessica said, disappointed. But then she figured whenever they talked about what Sam didn't want her hearing, they would both come back up. She decided to get dressed.

"Sammy, what's going on? Why do you think your girlfriend is in danger?" Dean asked. "Obviously something supernatural, I saw the salt lines you laid down."

"You'll think I'm crazy," Sam said. He didn't figure Dean would stick around to help anyway. He would want to go and find Dad.

"What could you possibly say that I would think is crazy?" Dean asked.

"Fine. We found a wishing well that actually worked," Sam began.

"You and Jessica?" Dean asked. Sam was right. That was crazy. But, he would wait to hear the rest of the story. After all, he had to talk him into helping him find Dad.

"No. You and me.'

"When?" Dean asked.

"Today, or 3 years from now, depending on how you look at it," Sam answered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We found a wishing well that worked and I wished that I could go back to the beginning and change everything. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in the apartment I shared with Jessica. She's going to die Sunday night. I have to figure out a way to protect her."

"What kills her?" Dean asked, in spite of himself. He didn't want to get drawn into Sam's craziness. He wanted to find their dad. But if there was any possibility that Sam was telling the truth, he needed to stay and help Sam. Because, if something was coming for Jessica Sunday night, Sam would be in the line of fire.

"A demon. The same demon that killed Mom," Sam answered.

"How do you know a demon killed Mom?" Dean asked. Last he checked, Dad had no idea what had killed Mom. And if Dad didn't know, there was certainly no way Sammy could know.

"Because I'm from three years in the future, and believe me, a lot happens between now and then."

"How does Jessica die?" Dean asked.

"Same way as Mom. She burns on the ceiling."

"But she doesn't die until Sunday night, right? We should go find Dad and he can help," Dean said. That would solve both their problems.

"I don't know where Dad is, but I know he's not in Jericho," Sam answered.

Dean realized that up until now, he hadn't really believed anything Sam had said. But there was no way Sam could have known where he was headed.

"Is he dead?" Dean asked. He had been half afraid of that since he hadn't been able to get hold of him.

"No. He's looking for the demon. We won't find him for almost a year," Sam said. "You should go to Jericho and finish up his hunt, though." Sam wouldn't be able to live with himself if he messed up the hunts they had already taken care of.

"But, I can't leave you here," Dean protested.

"You can take care of this quick. It's a woman in white named Constance Welch. She's buried behind her old house," Sam searched his memory, trying to remember the name of the road. "I don't remember where it is, but you should be able to figure that out quick enough."

"Alright. I'll be back tomorrow," Dean promised. It was his job to protect Sam, and he never took that responsibility lightly. Not even now that he wasn't "part of the family" anymore.