Mary rang the door to her parents' house. She had called them from a pay phone earlier that day to tell them that they were coming and to ask them if she and the boys could stay there for a little bit. Gramma Campbell was outraged at the fact that Mary had even had to ask.

"Bring my grandsons over here this instant. I told you not to marry John," she couldn't help from adding, though.

Anyways, Mary's mother opened the door and gave her a hug. "Hi, honey," she said and then turned to Dean.

"Is that my oldest grandson I'm looking at? You've grown so tall that I can barely recognize you!"

"Hi, Gramma," Dean smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart. But it seems like someone is missing. Where's Sammy?"

"He fell asleep on the way here and we didn't want to wake him," Mary explained. "He's in the car now; we decided to carry him in once we said hi to you."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Gramma Campbell looked indignant. "Don't just leave him in the car! Carry him in!"

"OK,OK," Mary laughed. Her mother hadn't changed a bit. "Dean, come help me out."

"Nonsense! Dean, come with me. You must be starving. Jack! Help Mary out here!"

Jack Campbell, Mary's father came out. After the customary hello hugs, he came out to the car with Mary and emerged shortly after, carrying in a sleeping Sammy.

"Sh…" Gramma Campbell shushed. "Here, let's put him to bed and after that we can all talk. We've put together a nice room for the three of you."

Jack carried Sam into Mary's old room and the rest of the gang followed. When they were little and lived closer to Mary's parents' house, Sam and Dean used to have sleepovers at their grandparents' house and would sleep in Mary's old room. They hadn't been here in a while, though, so it was a bit strange coming into the room.

"Wow," Mary exclaimed. "The room is just like I remember it." As she was saying it, Sammy stirred.

"Where am I?"

"Sh, Sammy, you fell asleep. We're at Gramma's house now," Dean said.

"Sammy, go to sleep, baby," Mary looked at him as Jack placed the boy into Mary's old bed."

"Is this where we'll be sleeping?" Dean asked.

"Yep. You and Sam will have to share a bed and we've brought out a cot for your mother."

"Cool," Dean smiled. "Thanks, Gramma, Grandpa."

"Here, how about we go into the other room so that Sammy can sleep? Deanie, you must be starving. How would you like some soup?"

"That'd be great."

"I made tomato and rice soup, since that used to be your favourite. Is it still?"

"Yep," Mary laughed. "Dean here always bugs me to make it."

"Great," Gramma smiled. "Well, follow me, I'll pour you a big bowl of it."

Dean and his grandparents went out of the room, while Mary stayed behind for a few seconds. She kissed Sammy's forehead and pulled the quilt over him. This was something she did every night for both him and Dean, no matter where they were. "Sweet dreams, son," she said and left the room, turning off the lights.

Once the four of them were seated at the kitchen table eating big plates of hot soup, Gramma finally brought up the subject of John.

"I didn't want to bring this up until tomorrow, but I just have to know. What is it that happened with John, exactly?"

"Allison!" Jack looked at his wife. "Let them eat. We can always talk about John tomorrow."

"I was just asking, Jack…"

"It's okay, Dad," Mary interrupted. "We might as well tell you. John started having anger issues. He hit Dean a couple of times and he threatened to hit Sammy. I decided that I couldn't live with him any longer. I didn't know where else to take the boys, so we came here."

"You made the right decision," Jack looked at his daughter. "You can always come to us if you need a place to stay."

"Honey, that's terrible. He actually hit you, Dean?" Gramma Campbell asked, not noticing that Dean was beginning to shift in his seat, looking awkward.

"Um, it wasn't that bad…"

"Honey, do you want to go to bed?" Mary asked, knowing that Dean wanted to get away from the kitchen, to not be talked about and felt sorry for. "You're beginning to look kind of tired."

"Sure, Mom," Dean replied, happy that his mom came to his rescue. "I am kind of tired."

"Good night, Dean," Gramma looked at him. "You remember where your room is, don't you?"

Dean nodded.

"Just make sure you don't wake up Sammy."

"I won't," Dean said. "Good night."

"I'll be right back," Mary said, following Dean. Once Dean was inside his room, she sat down on the cot while Dean was getting ready for bed.

"Dean," Mary whispered, so as not to wake Sam. "I know that you don't want to talk about Dad, but Gramma and Grandpa are going to ask questions."

"I know, Mom. I just… I didn't want to talk about it just then."

"That's understandable. Honey, I'm sorry, we didn't get to talk a lot today, but tomorrow we can change that."

"Cool."

"Alright," Mary brushed Dean's hair out of his face. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."

Dean got into bed quietly. "Goodnight Mom."

Mary kissed her son and went out of the room. She joined her parents in the kitchen and the three of them sat there for a long time, talking and eating. Suddenly, however, they heard a scream coming from Mary's old room. A scream coming from Mary's old room.

"MOOOOM!!!!" Dean called. "MOOOOM!!!!"