Sam-"Science you idiot! You think you're so tuff. Always having something smart to say. Trying to mask all that nasty pain inside. You're not doing a good job of keeping your mask up."

Dean-"You think you know me so well, but you know nothing about me."

Sam looked over at the unconscious body of his sister and smiled.

Sam-"I know a lot more than you think Dean. You wonder what kind-of thing she put inside you. What kind-of hell you're going to go through."

He pointed at Dean's stomach.

Sam-"No matter how hard you try you can't hide it forever and when the time comes it will destroy you, but you could end it all if you wanted."

Dean-"Kill myself?"

Sam-Wow our boy catches on fast. I'll even give you the gun."

Dean-"Bite me if you think that I would ever do that!"

Sam-"Now Dean you're being rude and I don't like it when people are rude to me. Your mother was always rude."

Sam twisted Dean's body in an awkward position with the flick of his hand. A knife shot out of the drawer and into Dean's left side. Sam smiled when Dean yelled out in pain. Sam tapped his chin with his finger.

Sam-"Yes I remember now. Your mother, Mary Winchester, wonderful woman she was. That's why I had a little taste before I killed her. After I was done burning her she was a little too well done for my taste."

He laughed evilly.

Dean-"You son of a…………."

He yelled out in pain again as Sam twisted the knife in his side.

Dean-"How dare you talk about my mother like that!"

Sam-"She was so yummy. Skin so soft, her hair smelt like………"

Dean-"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"

Sam-"Oh! Did I touch the only caring nerve in your body!"

Dean-"I'd rather die than hear you talk about my mother like that."

Sam-"Well that can be arranged Deany boy."

I slowly woke up and rolled over. The back of my head was throbbing and I saw multiple dancing colors. I shook my head back and forth and lifted myself off the ground, using the wall for support. I looked up to see Sam advancing towards Dean, and every protection alarm went off in my head. I pushed through my pain and came charging down the hallway at him. I took him by surprise, jumped on his back, and locked my legs around his waist.

Sam-"What the hell? Get off me!"

I rapped my arms around his neck and began to choke him. He slammed backwards into the wall to try and get me off him. Pain blasted through my body, but I wasn't about to let go. I leaned backwards, and used all of my body weight to flip him over. I unlocked my legs and let Sam flip though the air. He slammed into the wall and fell onto the floor, knocking plaster down with him. He got back up and dusted his clothing off.

Sam-"Now that hurt. I'll kill you, you little bit…….."

Mary-"Leave my children alone!"

I looked up at Dean hoping he would tell me who the voice belonged to.

His face was white, and his eyes were wide and staring straight behind me. I turned around and I could have sworn my heart stopped right then and there. Mom stood in the door way, behind Sam, still wearing the same white nightgown she died in.

Mary-"Don't make me tell you again."

Sam-"Well looky here. The spirit of the damn mother. Why don't you just stay dead?"

Mary-"I will when your scummy ass is out of my child."

She walked through Sam, and kicked the demon out of his body and into the wall. Sam dropped to the ground on his knees, and Dean was released from the wall. Dean and I ran to Sam and made sure he was okay. Dean's side dripped blood onto the floor, and he firmly clamped his hand over it. I helped Sam up and we all stared at mom with tears in our eyes. She smiled softly, but her eyes were so very sad. She glanced at all of us, and slowly walked towards us. Her hand reached out for Dean's midsection until her finger tips passed into it. She stopped suddenly, and looked at the ceiling.

Mary-"Get out of my house!"

A low growl came from that part of the ceiling.

Wolf-"M-M-Mom?"

She turned towards me with tears running down her cheeks.

Mary-"I'm sorry."

Sam-"For what?"

She didn't answer, and turned around to the ceiling. Suddenly her body became engulfed in flames, and the room became blazing hot. She flew into the ceiling. There was a loud squealing as if something was dying and then both the demon and mom were gone. We all walked out of the house silently, got in the Impala and made our way to the motel without saying a word to one another.

I helped Dean onto the bed, and ran into the bathroom to get some towels. I needed to clean the wound, what he really needed was to go the hospital, but there was no telling Dean that. I grabbed the towels and ran them under hot water until they were some what damp. I went back over to Dean, who was now curled up in a ball, holding his side. I sat the towel down on the nightstand and tried to pull Dean up into a sitting position. He was now too heavy for me to do it on my own, and I needed his help to get his shirt off.

Wolf-"Dean you have to help me here."

He groaned in response. I grabbed the edges of his shirt and attempted to pull it off, but Dean swatted at me in the air.

Wolf-"If you won't help me Dean we're going to the hospital, they'll find out you've got a bun in the oven, and you'll be on Ripley's Believe It Or Not in no time."

Dean sighed deeply and slowly rolled over onto his back. He winced and grabbed for his shirt, and together we pulled it up and over his head. I began to clean out his wound with the wet towel. It was deep and bleeding pretty bad, but it looked like Sam had missed all of Dean's major organs.