The light turned red as the Impala pulled up. Mary took a look at her boys in the rear view mirror. Dean's arm held protectively round his baby brother, like the night of the fire. Sammy nestled into his side sound asleep. Dean was just pretending.
"We have to make a stop," returning her attention to the road as the light became green.
The car crawled along the grass, unkempt, and almost level with the windows, smoothing out a path. Mary stopped the car just in front of the abandoned old house. The headlights unkind, stressing every line and wrinkle. She cut the engine.
"I want to come with you."
"Dean," she turned to face him, "I need you to stay here with your brother. Keep him safe. Can you do that for me?"
Dean simply nodded. He would do whatever his mother asked of him. A small smile reaching her lips, she cupped his cheek before getting out of the car, retrieving a duffel from the trunk. She sighed, running a hand back through her hair. There was no two ways about this. Tears welling in her eyes. She would do everything within her power to keep her boys safe.
"Oh John."
Mary swallowed the lump in her throat.
Dean watching her from his window as she approached the front steps.
Sammy slept on.