Dean shut the door and tried not to feel discouraged. Following a road was simple, so if that's what they were supposed to do it was pretty much a guarantee that the higher powers would fuck with them and hide the road. He couldn't really expect much more. Sam and Kayla had stopped and he turned around to see what was up; they weren't even in the same house anymore. Thank you again, higher powers.

They were standing in a bedroom, from the color scheme he would assume a girl's bedroom. It wasn't a child's room; there were no stuffed animals, no cartoon toys or pictures. There weren't many pictures at all in fact, just a couple framed posters of horses. In the corner was a small desk with a laptop. Teenager. He looked to see Kayla running her fingers along the bedspread with a quiet smile.

"You calling this one?"

She looked up and let her hand fall to her side. "Yeah, this one's mine."

"Kayla! Could you come down here?"

Even though it was a memory, she couldn't help but smile hearing her mom's cheerful voice. It wasn't a scolding, she sounded excited, like she had a secret to share. She looked at the calendar. "I remember this."

Sam offered a small smile. "We should really…"

"Aw come on, let me remember. It'll just be a minute." She headed through the hall to the stairs.

The guys followed behind her, down into the living room where her mom was waiting with an eager grin.

"We got you something."

She remembered how she'd responded. "Am I going to get as excited as you, or are you overreacting?"

"You're a teenager, how should I know?" She went to the front door and opened it just a crack. "Alright Daniel, you can come in."

The door pushed open and her dad came in with a puppy under each arm. Their tiny black and tan bodies wiggled with excitement. "Ta da."

"Ohh!" She exclaimed just the way she did when it happened, how could you not aww over puppies? "They're so cute!" She took one of the puppies from him and he set the other on the floor. It jumped around her feet excitedly.

"I was fine with the one, considering how big they get." Her mom told her.

"Nah, you have to get two, to have each other's back. Twice the fun." Her dad smirked.

Kayla smiled. She'd been so surprised to get those puppies, her dad was allergic to anything with fur. It wasn't long after…well, the move…and he wanted so badly to get her smiling again. She walked over to Dean. "Look at her little face."

He smirked seeing the bite sized versions of her attack dogs. "So which one's Spice?"

"Ow!" They looked to see her dad jumping away from the other puppy, who jumped back and bit him again on the ankle.

"That one." She smiled and put the puppy down and watched them romp around for a moment. "It was two months before my dad got the big promotion. It was the last time money wasn't that big of a deal."

Sam had already started opening doors. They heard what Cas told them; they were supposed to be hurrying. "I'm really not trying to kill your moment, but…"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." She looked at her parents, young and carefree, before the big house and car collection. Before Azazel. "We gotta find the road."

When the front door didn't lead anywhere Dean opened one of the closets. Inside on the ground was a small toy track set with a single blue car. "Hey I had one of these when I was a kid."

Kayla peered over his shoulder. "That's not mine. I've never even seen that."

He picked up the remote and pushed the button, making the car travel around the track.

Sam looked around and saw the scene had changed once again. "That was the road?"

Dean looked up. "I guess." Another bedroom, this time a boy's room. Sports and cars galore. "Trippy."

Sam nodded and looked at his shirt. "Yeah, um, more trippy." He pointed to the light blue shirt Dean was wearing, which had a large teddy bear on it. "Apparently you…'Wuv Hugz'."

Dean looked down at his shirt. "Shut up."

"Ah that's cute!" Kayla smiled. "This must be yours then."

He looked around again. "Yeah, I know where we are."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"We're home."

To satisfy his curiosity, their mother peered in the doorway. "Hey Dean, you hungry?"

They followed her downstairs where Dean had a place set for lunch, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of cold milk.

"You want the crust cut off?" She asked as she finished pouring the milk.

He looked at her, still in awe of his distant childhood memory. "Yeah. I'd love that."

She was already prepared and started cutting the crust off the sandwich.

"Mom?" Sam spoke to her from the doorway. Like the other memories, she didn't hear him.

"It's not your memory Sam, sorry."

"Dean, we should um…" he motioned to the door.

"Just give me a minute."

Kayla smiled and leaned on the door frame. Heaven was awesome so far, it was a nice break.

The phone rang and Mary went to answer it, the sweet smile on her face disappearing when she heard the voice. "No, John. We're not having this conversation again." Her arms flailed. "Think about what? You have two boys at home."

Dean was turned, watching the conversation. "I remember this. Mom and dad were fighting and then he moved out for a couple days."

Sam looked thrown off. "Dad always said they had the perfect marriage."

"It wasn't perfect until after she died."

"Fine." Mary spoke into the phone. "Then don't. There's nothing more to talk about." She slammed the phone down and stared at it.

Sam looked at Kayla, then back at Dean. He wished he remembered any of this. "What happens next?"

Dean knew, he remembered it like it was yesterday now. He got up and crossed the kitchen to hug his mom. "It's okay mom. Dad still loves you. I love you too, I'll never leave you."

Kayla saw the tears in his mother's eyes and fought back her own, they'd had family disorder since the day they were born.

"You, are my little angel." She touched his face and then smiled to cover her distraught. "How about some pie?"

He walked back over to them and saw Sam shaking his head. "What?"

He shrugged and composed himself. "I just never realized how long you've been cleaning up dad's messes."

"Whatever, let's keep moving."

They started searching the house, looking behind doors, in closets, drawers, everything now that they knew it didn't have to be a physical road. Sam was determined to get out of memory lane. He looked over and saw Kayla kiss Dean briefly, she was comforting him as best and as quietly as she could. Trying to block out his eagerness to get the hell out, he found a postcard in one of the desks and picked it up. "I've seen this before." He showed Dean and Kayla.

"Where?"