WARNING: John, starting from this chapter on, will be using some very offensive language toward homosexuals. This does not reflect my views in any way, but John is a total douchebag in general in this fic. In advance, sorry if the language used coming from his mouth and thoughts offends you.

Mary and John, after eating at the dinner, decided to head over to Sioux Falls. John suggested hotwiring a car but Mary was against it, so they decided to walk along Interstate 29 North in hopes that someone would give them a ride.

They hiked through the night in hopes that they could get far enough North before having to find a place to get out of the sun. The entire trek consisted of miles and miles of open road and the occasional car that didn't slow down. The two of them were almost to the Nebraska border just before noon, almost going to find a ditch to lay in, before someone decided to pull over. The white SUV stopped right beside to two of them and the passenger side window rolled down. Inside were two men.

"Hi, can we help you," the passenger said. He was lanky with a slight beard and a small smile on his face.

Mary walked up to the window and said "We are on our way to Sioux Falls, South Dakota" while John was trying to drag her back away from the vehicle. Something didn't feel right to him.

"We are actually doing to Mount Rushmore. We can make a detour through there," the passenger said after consulting the driver.

"Thank you so much!" Mary exclaimed to the two of them.

She opened the rear door closest to her, relieved at getting out of the blistering sun. John followed closely behind, not wanting to let the wife he lived so long without out of his sight for long, before closing the door behind them.

"So," the driver finally speaking up, "we're Demian and Barnes. Who are you?

"I'm Mary and this is John", Mary said, still speaking for the both of them.

While Mary was happy that the two men in front of them were nice, John had his suspicions. First, there was slight smirk they gave each other and the mention of his and his wife's name. Certainly their names were well known in the hunter circuit but there was no way Mister Humpty Dumpty and Mister Skin-and-Bones would even survive a real hunt. Maybe against Casper, but no real restless spirit.

John tried to keep his eye on the two clowns well into the drive. Mary had already fallen asleep, satisfied with the conversation she had between the two men. Unfortunately, he as well couldn't keep his eyes open much longer.

John was the first one awake out of the couple, and he did not like what he saw when he finally woke up. The clowns going by that names of Demian and Barnes were whispering to one another as if he didn't suspect them already. For some reason, the two were keeping something a secret from him, and he wanted to find out. Then, Skin-and-Bones kissed Humpty Dumpty, and all John could feel was his stomach try and heave itself. And then they had to hold hands as if it was the fags' rights to be with each other. John wanted no more than out of the car at that moment. Luckily he did have to be for much longer as he recognized the sandy landscape surrounding them as being Sioux Falls.

He gently shook Mary awake. As much as he wanted to be out of the car at that moment, it was no reason for him to accidently hurt her waking her up. While doing that, he was looking for a good drop of point. No reason to walk too far. Mary was slowly opening her eyes as John was pointing at the intersect to be dropped off.

As soon as the car stopped, John quickly hopped out the car. The less the exposure was, the less chance he was going to catch what they had. Mary, on the other hand, stayed in the car to repeatedly thank the parasites for what they have done.

When Mary finally made it out of the car, he quickly closed the door so that air wouldn't become contaminated. Mary waved them off as they drove away, and all John could think of was that she would stop soon.

Once the car was out of sight, John led the two down the street that would lead directly to Bobby's junkyard. The two were silent, holding hands and swing them between each other, walking down the street until the nagging feeling that John had just wouldn't be ignored.

"So what did you think of those two?" he asked Mary, hoping that the reaction to the two of them was just her being polite.

"They were such sweethearts. They were just adorable." Obviously not.

"You know they were a couple, right?"

"I know. They've been together for five years," she replied, then said more to herself, "Do couples stay together that long now. They are so cute together."

"Why do you think they're cute. They were whispering so much, trying to keep it a secret. Good try, though. They're just a bunch of faggots throwing themselves in front of everyone, showing things no one wants to see. "

At this statement, Mary wrenched her hand out of John's and put space between them. This had always been an issue in their marriage. While Mary was what she would call "forward thinking," he always knew that it was wrong. Everything about the situation was wrong.

"Maybe they were just being quiet to let us sleep, and I don't see how they're a couple of cigarettes, John."

"You know what I meant, Mary."

"Yes, I did, and I refuse to acknowledge it."

The two walked a little longer. A little ways away, Mary muttered under her breath, hoping John wouldn't hear her:

"What if our boys turned out that way? What would he have done then?"

John heard her of course. The excellent hearing from years of being a hunter were still intact. He wanted to laugh but didn't want her to know that he heard the comment not meant for his ears. As if his boys would be gay. I drilled it into the two of them, Dean the most; He was the one who had to be the model for Sam. Hopefully it stuck while the boy was away getting an education when he should have been with his family.

He told Mary what he could after she had died: how he went to Bobby to learn everything he needed to learn to protect his family up to how he died in order to save Dean's life. There were things she didn't need to know of course: how there had been another woman that he had another son with and how he kicked Sam out of his life were only some of the few. She didn't need to know those things. She just needed to believe that he was the man that she married and wouldn't leave him again. There would be no way that he could take it.

They were both silent the rest of the way. Once the sign signaling for the junkyard came into, John could practically feel the excitement rolling off of her. From her place beside him, he could see her wanting to run the way to the house that they could now see in the distance but refrained from doing so. He couldn't blame her though. He wanted to know how they got back just as much as she did; he just didn't show it.

This was the point where Mary put her back into John's. He could feel her pulling him along, wishing he would hurry. For a woman, she was pretty strong.

The trek to the house was long, made even longer by the unbearable heat, but somehow it was worth it. John was never enjoyed having to come here before. He would drop the boys off and quickly leave, saving him a lecture about being a better father. There was no time to be a father, He needed to find the thing that killed his wife. Now Bobby was the only one that could help them. He hoped they just hadn't become the things he'd sworn to kill.

John quickly tried to go through the things they possibly could have been if not human. Nothing he knew could recreate a body, especially if he had been salted-and-burned like he taught the boys. Plus, they were nowhere near Laurence when he died unless something could have teleported his body there. And Mary's was burned to a crisp, practically cremated, yet they were not ghosts.

As John got to the end of his mental ramblings, he heard the sound of skin against wood. In his thinking, he hadn't noticed that they had made it to the front door. A door that he vividly remembers as the one his boys happily walked into and sadly walked out of. It didn't matter though. He was their father, not the aging grumpy man with a raggedy trucker's hat.

John kept to the side of the door. No reason to be attacked on site for supposedly being dead yet showing at someone's door. The door quickly opened and a gruff yet familiar voice asked:

"Who are you?"

Mary, somehow taking this as a good sign asked: "Are you Bobby Signer?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Mary, and we were wondering if you would be able to help us."

"We?"

At that moment, John decided it was a good time as any to show himself in the doorway.

"Hi, Bobby," he said.

It wasn't long before John noticed that shotgun beside the door in easy reach of anyone in the doorway. Too soon, however, water was splashed in his face and Mary's as well. Next up was a packet filled with salt.

"Well, I guess you're not demons."

Bobby swung the door open more gestured for the two to enter the house. Mary, entered first, wiping her face of the salt before it started to stick with John following behind her doing the same. The front hall led the library looked exactly as it did years ago with the exception of a few piles of books placed randomly around the room with varying degrees of topics.

They heard the door close behind them, as the gruff figure grumbled some more.

"Bobby, are you sure that the salt and water trick would have worked? It didn't work on Yellow Eyes."

"Well, no demon I know could have gotten through the devil's trap you just walked through."

"What devil's trap, Bobby?"

"The one on the ceiling, John," Mary said interrupting the conversation, before turning to Bobby. "We were hoping that you would be able to help us. I never heard of anything being able to resurrect that dead back into their original bodies."

Bobby looked at the woman he didn't know standing in front of him. It was clearly the famous Mary Winchester. He could practically see Dean's stern look signing through. At least two good things were going for this ill-fated family, he thought to himself.

"We're kind of used to the resurrection thing around here right about now. Unfortunately, the expert isn't here right now."

"What do you mean by expert?" By this point, John had been butted out of any possible conversation. But he didn't care, because he wanted to know about this expert as well.

"All I can tell you is that he's done it a few times. If he wants to tell you, he'll do it yourself."

Once Bobby, finished the statement, all three of them heard the back door close. John and Mary stood tense, wondering who it could possibly be while Bobby had a slight smile on his face. This will be interesting, he thought.

"Yo, Bobby," a voice said. "Who are you talking…?"

In the archways, stood Dean, mouth clicked with how fast he closed his mouth. His eyes quickly glanced at John, but this eyes were firmly locked onto Mary who had a recognizing look in her eyes. She could never forget those bright green eyes that she gave birth to thirty-two years ago.