It was weird going back to school. With everything that had happened lately Sam inevitably felt different while everyone around him had remained the same. It wasn't that he liked living this action packed life all of a sudden but at the same time the dullness of the everyday high school life was now very apparent. Seeing Dean so passive was also something new and it was clear to everyone around him that he hated being on house arrest. The day dragged by slowly, Sam's mind wandering in history class. Once again Brady showed up late, but no one seemed to care. Brady had this nonchalant vibe about him and no one bothered him, the teachers barely raising an eyebrow when he showed up 40 minutes late. Sitting down next to Sam he gave him a confident smile.

"Hi, it's been a while since I saw you." Sam said.

"Yeah, life's been keeping me busy you know. What have you been up to lately?" I don't even know if I know anymore to be honest.

"More weird stuff I guess, my brother was in an accident." Brady's eyes widened. The bell rang and they got up, heading to the cafeteria. Why does he even bother coming to class?

"Is that so? Is he okay?"

"Yes, I think having to stay home now for a while is hurting him more, he's climbing the walls." Brady chuckled lightly.

"Well, at least he's alright, that's what matters right?

"Right. You know, we're kind of behind on our history project. Maybe we should meet up after school sometime soon to finish it?" The fact that they were behind didn't seem to faze him the slightest.

"Sure thing. Let me know when and maybe we can meet up at your place?"

"Sounds good."

Knowing Dean, his parents realized that if they got him to stay home and rest for a week, they were lucky. The just sitting around was killing him, he would almost gladly follow Sam to school. Jesus, is that what I've come to? They wouldn't even let him pick up Sam so he basically had nothing to do. His mother let him help her around the house a bit, but there is only so much cleaning to do. She had been acting a bit sketchy lately, casting cautious looks very now and then. While lying on the couch he was greeted by his mom's voice, she was now the one picking up Sam.

Dean slowly got up to meet them; he still had to be careful not to make any sudden movements.

"Hey, how was school Sammy?"

"It was fine." Dean saw the little twitch to his mouth as he suddenly came to think of something funny. "You know Dean, you're kind of like a house wife now, greeting us and all. It suits you." He said, grinning. Dean scoffed and turned around.

"Shut up Sammy." Something in the windowsill by the kitchen table caught his eye. Is that sugar? He wet his finger to try it, which he immediately regretted.

"And that is not sugar, why is there salt by the window, mom?" She turned to him as she hung her coat, looking caught off guard.

"Uhm... Air freshener sweetie, something Mrs. Greene told me about." The brothers gave each a dumbfounded look.

"Really? What, is Sammy here stinking up the place?" It was Dean's turn to grin now.

"Shut up Dean." His brother shot back.

"No, just trying something new." Their mother was not the best liar and she was usually not so evasive.

Mary had known she would have to explain the salt somehow but she still found herself cornered when her oldest son asked about it. But what could she do? The salt had to be there and there wasn't any way to hide it. During dinner John had only given her a questioning look but she had shrugged it off with a smile. The salt wasn't exactly one of his main concerns. They were in the living room, John still looking through their old movies and Mary flipping through one of the magazines their neighbor Anne insisted that they should read. She probably just wants to spare herself the trouble of throwing them away.

"Honey, were you trying to make a reality show? Some of the stuff you filmed is just absolutely pointless, no offense." She rolled her eyes and nudged his side. Mary didn't film nearly as much nowadays but then she had loved documenting everything, trying to capture every moment. From when Dean met his little brother at the hospital, when John had just opened the garage with Mike, when Sam was just a few months old and she had caught Dean trying to feed him candy. Mary smiled at the memory, she could still hear Dean's voice; "But mommy, he was crying so I thought that it would make him happy again." She then had to explain to him that Sam didn't have any teeth yet and that giving him regular foods was dangerous.

"What year are you on?" The TV showed them having picnic in the back yard.

"82, I think." Something clicked in her as an idea formed.

"We don't happen to have 83?"

"It would be weird if we didn't." Mary wasn't oblivious to the fact that demons lied, it was in their nature but she needed to know if that day in November meant anything.

"I have to check something, could you hand me the tapes?"

"Sure." She started looking them through. November 82, February 83, March, June, September, November 83. There it is.

"Put this in, would you? I want to see if there's anything on November 2nd."

"Okay." John replied slowly, not quite understanding what she was getting at.

"There is just footage from November 3, 14th and 25th." He said after a while. She sighed.

"Well... Try the one from November 3." He did as she asked. The TV showed Dean, almost 5 years old, sitting on the couch in his pajamas with a cup of milk.

"Did you sleep well honey?" She heard her own voice from behind the camera. God, do I sound like that? Dean looked at her secretively and nodded.

"Really? Someone here was up in the middle of the night when he should have been in bed, isn't that right?" Dean guiltily looked down at the cup in his hands.

"There was a nice man, mommy. He told me he was Santa Claus." Next to her in the present time, John frowned. He didn't remember this and Mary only had a vague recollection.

"You were dreaming, Dean. Christmas isn't until next month."

"But he was in Sammy's room; he said that he gave him a present." Mary might not have felt anything then but now Dean's words left an eerie feeling creeping up her spine. She remembered it more vividly now, the night before this was shot she had woken up with Dean standing next to her bed.

"What are you doing up sweetie?"

"There was a nice man in Sammy's room, mommy. She had immediately gone to check on Sam in his nursery, but of course, there was no one there. In the light of the little moon lamp on Sam's wall she had seen Dean's face more clearly.

"What's this red around your mouth, Dean? Did daddy give you one of those candies before bed?" She had said, wiping at the corner of his mouth. After that they had called the man Dean's imaginary friend. He'd only talked about this friend for a short period of time but she remembered that she and John had been a bit concerned. Now, she knew better and the realization that someone might have been in the house dawned on her. She internally scolded herself. So stupid, naive, all wrapped up in baby blues back then... She got up and John turned the TV off.

"Are you okay honey?" She turned her back to him, she couldn't let him see her face, not now. Mary had ignored the signs and now she knew that she'd been terribly wrong to do so. "He says hi by the way". Caleb's words made her shudder now. All the fear she'd felt all those years ago came rushing back with a ferocity that nearly left her breathless.

She then felt John at her side, touching her arm.

"Mary, what's going on? Talk to me."

"I... I'll be right back." Mary rushed upstairs to Dean's room. He was lying on his bed but quickly sat up with a surprised face as she entered. She realized that she must look pretty frantic.

"Dean, I need you to try to remember something. This will probably sound odd but do you remember when you were almost five years old, you had this imaginary friend. Does that ring any bells?" He looked at her blankly for a moment, processing everything she'd just said.

"Uhm... Why do you ask?"

"Please just think Dean." He scratched his head, thinking for a minute.

"Barely, I remember you and dad talking to me about him."

"Him? So you do remember?"

"Well, just that it was this man. I really thought he was real but of course I outgrew it."

"Do you remember anything else?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and scoffed to himself.

"Yeah, the strangest thing. His eyes, they were yellow. Weird right?"