John pulled up to the Campbell house and watched as Mary snuck out of an upstairs window and shimmied down the drain pipe. He shook his head. If her parents were this against him, maybe she wouldn't want to marry him.

"What's this?" she asked. "What happened to the van?"

"Mary, this is better than the van." He started giving her all its attributes.

All she could see was that it didn't look like a family car. It almost looked like something a hunter would drive. "I hate it," she said petulantly, but got in. She may hate it, but she loved John. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a guy in a car across the street. It didn't necessarily mean anything. He could be waiting for someone. After a couple of minutes of driving, though, she was in no doubt that the man was following them.

"Let's go get a shake," she said.

"OK," John agreed. She saw the man pull up behind them and as they were sitting at a table next to a window, she saw him getting in position outside to watch them without being seen. She would take care of him later.

She ordered a strawberry shake and John got a chocolate one.

"John, it isn't personal," she said after he brought up her father again.

"How many years has he been like this? And it's not personal?"

"He's just protective," Mary lamely defended. She couldn't tell John the real story. Then she would have to admit about hunting. She wouldn't do that.

"You mean he doesn't want you to marry a mechanic from a family of mechanics," John clarified.

"No!" Mary said. She would not allow John to denigrate himself. There was nothing wrong with being a mechanic. She loved that he was everything that her father didn't want him to be. "I love you for exactly who you are." Then she remembered the man outside. "I'll be right back."

She went to the back like she was going to the bathroom and snuck outside. She crept up on the man watching John through the window. "Why are you following us," she asked.

He spun around, clearly not expecting her. He started to answer, but she attacked. Her father always said, shoot first ask questions later. But this guy was good. He fought back. He pinned her against the wall and then suddenly let her go when he noticed her bracelet. "You're a hunter?"

"Who are you?" she asked. "What do you know about hunters?"

"I'm a hunter, too. My name's Dean."

Mary looked back towards John. "I need to get back. Meet me back at my place." With that she disappeared back inside.

She leisurely finished her shake and then it was time for John to take her home. "I thought there was something you were going to ask me?"

"Tomorrow," John said. He was going to stick to his original time table.

Mary smiled. "Can't wait."

She got out of the car and watched until John drove off. Dean walked up. "I don't know if you should be here," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"My dad," she began.

"Oh, I have to meet him," he said excitedly.

"You've heard of him?" They only hunted with family. Her father tried to keep them off the general hunting network.

"Clearly not enough."

Mary wasn't sure what that meant, but she led him inside. "Dad, I want you to meet someone."

Samuel turned around expecting to see that awful John Winchester. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was someone else. "Dad, this is Dean. He's a hunter."

"Oh, yeah? How do you kill a vampire, silver bullet or wooden stake?"

"Neither. You chop their head off."

"Fine, you're a hunter. Now get out."

"Dad!" Mary exclaimed.

"Now, Samuel," Deanna scolded. "He passed your test and now I'm inviting him to dinner."

"Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked Mary.

Mary nodded, wondering why Dean seemed to fixate on their names. She shrugged. Probably wasn't important.

SSS

"So, Samuel, you working a job?" Dean asked after they had sat down to dinner.

"Maybe."

"What's that mean?" Dean asked.

"It means I don't trust other hunters."

Mary rolled her eyes. If she had a dime for every time her father said he didn't trust people, she'd be a millionaire.

What about you? Are you working a job?" Samuel turned the tables.

"I don' t trust other hunters either."

Mary smiled. This was the first time she had met someone who could take on her father. She liked this guy. Then she remembered how they met. "So, why were you following me and John?"

"I thought something was after your boyfriend. I don't think that any more."

"John Winchester, mixing it up with spirits," Deanna said sarcastically, while Samuel grunted. Mary thought she saw an odd look pass across Dean's face, but once again she couldn't decipher it's meaning.

SSS

The next day after Samuel and Mary had run into Dean at the Wiltshire farm, he came in to see her while she was looking through her disco records. She knew that John preferred rock and she would probably have to get used to that, but maybe he could get used to her music too.

"Just wanted to say good-bye."

"You're leaving?" Mary asked. She had only met him yesterday, but she felt like she would really miss him. It was weird. She had never just clicked with someone like that. It had almost seemed that way with John, but she had known him for years before it had happened. This was totally out of the blue. Of course, it was different. He felt more like a brother than someone she would want to date, even if it hadn't been for John.

"Yeah. Don't worry about what your dad says, I like that John kid."

"Really?" Mary asked. She wasn't sure why, but Dean's good opinion meant a lot to her. "He's going to ask me to marry him tonight." She was bursting to tell someone and her parents would just turn it into bad news, instead of the wonderful news that it really was.

"That's great."

"You know what my worst fear is? It's that my children would be raised into this. With John, that won't happen." When Mary said that, she noticed a change go over Dean's face. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm going to tell you something and I need you to promise to remember no matter how strange it sounds."

"OK."

"November 2, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, just don't get out of bed."

"OK," Mary said. Maybe her dad was right about other hunters. This one was beginning to seem a little off. He left without another word.

She saw him again a few hours later at her friend Liddy's house. There was a confrontation with that yellow eyed demon Charlie had told them about. He had said he liked her and that scared her more than anything.

SSS

Later that night when John went to get Mary, she ran out of the house crying. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"You promised you would take me away," she said.

"Of course."

"Then do it. Now. Tonight."

He opened the door for her and drove her to the lake. "Mary, I think you know why I brought you out here."

Suddenly, Mary realized this wasn't fair. She had been lying to John about who she was. "Wait. There are things you don't know about me."

"I don't care about any of that," he said. "I love you and I'll find out everything about you in our life together."

Mary looked up to see her father yanking open John's door.

"Dad!" she yelled wondering what had gotten into him.

"Sir, wait," John said. He knew Mary's father didn't like him but this was a little over the top.

Mary screamed as she watched her father break John's neck. She ran to John and fell down next to him. She pulled his head up into her lap. "You killed him." She accused. She watched as her father's eyes flicked to yellow. In a strange way she was relieved. She had actually thought that her father had killed John. But here was that creature from earlier in the night. The one that said he liked her.

"Not just John, sweetie-pie. Mommy and Daddy, too, he said as he opened up his jacket to reveal his blood-stained midsection.

Mary stared at him in horror. She was all alone. Yeah, she had a couple of uncles, but it wasn't the same. She had a high school education, but didn't really know how to do anything but hunt. She didn't know what was to become of her. Then, she felt extremely guilty. Three dead people and she was worried about herself.

"I'll make you a deal," the demon said.

"You want my soul?" Mary asked.

"No. You can keep your soul. I'll bring John back."

"My parents, too?" Mary asked, hopefully. She and her father had been arguing lately, but she loved him.

"Nope. That's not on the table." Those Campbells were good hunters. He wanted to keep them out of the way.

"What do you want?" Mary asked. No demon did anything out of the goodness of their hearts.

"I just need to stop by your house in ten years."

"For what?" Mary snapped.

"Nothing you'll miss. If I'm not interrupted, nobody will get hurt."

Mary looked down at John. She couldn't bear to lose him. "OK," she cried.

The demon pulled her to him and kissed her. She was totally grossed out. She was kissing a demon inside of her father. She wanted to gag.

When she was finally allowed to pull away, she looked up and saw Dean. There was a man in a trench coat next to him. Dean had the Colt. He went to aim it, but the demon smoked out of her father. She looked back down at John. When she looked up again, Dean and the man were gone. She was beginning to wonder if she imagined them.

"Mary?" John asked. Her father had attacked him. He thought he had broken his neck, but he must be wrong. He couldn't have done much at all. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him. He looked just past Mary and saw her father bloody behind her. "What happened?"

"My dad went crazy. He came here and attacked you. While you were unconscious, he told me that he had killed my mother and then he stabbed himself," she sobbed.

John was shocked. He didn't know what to say. "We need to call the cops," was what he finally came up with.

Mary nodded. They went back to town and called the police. The police confirmed that her mother was dead, but suggested she didn't look. She went back home with John that night.

"Hi," Amy said cheerfully, but then noticed that something was wrong. "What is it?"

"Mary's father killed himself and her mother tonight," John said.

"John, why don't you and your father leave us alone for a few minutes? Mary probably needs another woman right now."

Mary nodded to John. She needed to talk with another hunter right now.

When Matt and John had left, Amy said, "What really happened?"

"My dad got possessed by a demon," she said through sobs.

"I'm so sorry," Amy said.

"John just asked me to marry him, but if you don't want me to I'll understand."

"Nonsense," she said. "You're not going to tell him about hunting are you, though?" It was Mary's choice and then it would be John's. She and Matt had already decided that they couldn't control this situation, but she was curious.

"Definitely not. I want out," Mary said emphatically.

"Get some sleep, sweetie," Amy said, and led her up to the spare bedroom.