"So, what you think happened is you and Mom died, you both went to Hell, somebody wanted you both there, you didn't age at all, but your soul did, so basically you're like a twenty-six year old stuck in a four year old's body, and you also think that somehow, you busted out of Hell," Dean asked after I spent two hours explaining the images in my head and my new theory.

"That just about sums it up. And I saw a guy with yellow eyes."

Dean and Sam looked at each other and looked back at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Mari, I think you saw a demon," Dean said calmly as he maneuvered a sharp turn on the freeway.

I saw a sign that displayed the words 'Stanford, 40 miles', as we drove past.

"Excuse me, I saw what now?" I asked, looking at my twin.

Well, kinda twin.

This was going to take some getting used to.

"Demons. Ghosts. Ghouls. Vengeful spirits. We hunt them," Sam said, studying the map.

"So, let me get this straight. You and Sammy hunt things that go bump in the night? And Mr. Yellow-Eyed Man is a demon?" I asked, looking at them like they were mentally unstable.

"Pretty much."

"Okay, um, what about Dad? What does he do?" I asked.

"He hunts them, too. He thinks a really powerful demon killed Mom and trapped you," Sam replied, bouncing me up and down on his knee.

I giggled and stopped.

"Wait, where is Dad?" I asked.

They both were dead silent.

"Guys? Where's Daddy?" I asked again.

"Dad went out on a case a few days ago. He hasn't called or come home. No contact, whatsoever," Dean said, stopping at a stoplight.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"We don't know. Knowing Dad he's probably fine," Sam said as Stanford University came into view.

"So this is where you go to school?" I asked, looking around as Dean drove towards his dorm.

"Yep. You guys should come back sometime," Sam said, setting me on Dean's lap as he got out.

"Wait, are you leaving?" I cried, looking out the window.

"I have to, Mari. I have an interview tomorrow morning for a scholarship. I'm so glad you're back, even though I never really knew you in the first place," He said, kissing my forehead.

"Sammy!" Dean called as he started walking away.

Sam looked back.

"We made a hell of a team back there," Dean said as we sat in the idling car.

Sam laughed.

"Maybe we'll do it again sometime," He said.

He waved and unlocked his door.

As the door shut, I looked at Dean.

"You miss him, don't you?" I asked, looking at my brother.

"Do not," He said defensively.

"You are the biggest liar ever! I don't blame you. Even though I don't remember too much, I know I missed you guys and Dad like I don't know what," I said, sighing.

Suddenly, I saw flames break out in one of the rooms in Sam's dorm.

"Dean!" I screamed, opening the passenger door and flying out.

Dean was right behind me.

"Stay here, Marianna!" He yelled, kicking in the door.

I stood there, praying.

"Please, please, please, let them both get out of there alive. I just got them back; I can't lose them again," I said, gripping my locket.

Thirty seconds later, Dean ran out carrying Sam, who was screaming, "Jess! Jess! No, Jess!"

Dean grabbed me by my shirt and took off running.

He stopped about three dorms down and tried to comfort a sobbing heap of my baby brother.

He picked me up and all three of us hugged.

"It's gonna be okay," I whispered over and over again. "It's gonna be okay."