Obviously, I have altered things that happen in the episode slightly as AJ doesn't get ahold of the Colt. The knife she has is pretty powerful so wanted to go with that instead.

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I'm very quickly starting to regret not going after the Colt even knowing how powerful the knife is. I may trust John with everything I have in me, but I'm not sure even he knows if the blade will kill yellow eyes or not.

It was something I didn't even have in my possession until our reunion just before the witnesses ordeal. He hadn't even really explained it to me, just told me that it was very special and important and that I'd need it for whatever I'm gonna be up against.

I didn't even need to see his face to know how shaken he'd been when I'd told him over the phone about Lilith's plans to break the 66 seals, to free Lucifer from hell. I didn't even believe anything scared him, him always seeming to be made of rock.

Going through what I did down in the pit, I'd been terrified almost every single day knowing what torture was in store for me at the hands of Alastair. But knowing the seals were being broken one by one is installing a new feeling of fear and dread inside me.

I admit that even though I'd believed in angels, in God my entire life, I was always a little unsure if the Devil really existed. Guess the real reason was that I was afraid to believe that he does.

What if more and more seals are being broken as I'm stuck here, away from my brothers and my own time?. What if none of us can stop Lucifer from rising?.

The sounds of shouts hits me the second I burst through the Walsh's front door, my hand pulling the knife out, gripping it tightly in my hand knowing full well I was trembling.

"LET HER GO!," I shouted turning the corner seeing Azazel in the body of an older looking man, his arms holding Mary tight, her struggling.

And his eyes move to the blade, him frowning a little, his pupils a bright yellow making my trembles increase a little remembering the last time I saw them right before I snuffed them out for good.

"Where did you get that knife?," he asked, those yellow eyes then moving to meet my own green eyes.

I go to throw the blade at him stopping when I watch him let Mary go, throwing his head back, him departing his vessel in a plume of black smoke, the now empty body dropping to the floor.

"Damn," I muttered, putting the knife away, running my hands through my blonde locks, cursing myself for letting him escape.

-x-x

"Mary, what else did he say to you?," I asked, us making our way outside, Samuel following us, having checked Liddy was okay and unharmed.

"I told you. Just that he liked me. What did he mean by that?," she asked, fear evident on her face making me wrap my arm around her trying my best to comfort her.

"Liddy's a strong kid. She'll be fine. Are you okay?," Samuel asked walking over to us.

"No, dad. I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?."

"Nice job in there."

"Nice job?. I missed my chance. I couldn't risk using the knife in case I hurt Mary," I sighed looking down.

"Take the compliment, Alex. I'm saying I was wrong about you."

"We need to talk alone."

-x-x-x

"We have to kill this thing now or Mary dies."

"What?. How do you know that?."

"I just do, okay?."

"When?."

"Maybe today. Probably years from now. But it's happening. Trust me."

"So, what are you, some kind of a psychic now too?."

I let out a sigh walking over to the dining room table sitting down next to him, dad's journal in my hands, knowing I would have to do this even if he thought I was batshit crazy.

"No. All right, listen to me. Now, this is gonna sound a little...Actually, it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy."

"Okay."

"Mary is my mother."

"Excuse me?."

"And I am your granddaughter. I know what the hell I'm talking about."

"You wanna run that by me again?."

"My real name is Alexandra Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester."

"I don't have to listen to this."

"Look...Mary gets killed by a yellow-eyed demon in 1983. And I think this, what happened tonight...I think this is the moment he caught her scent. Now if we don't catch this thing now and kill it, and it gets away...then Mary dies. So I'm asking you, please...please trust me. How would I know what I know, huh?. I swear I'm not making this up, Samuel."

"Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under. But there's something about you. I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier then you are, sweetheart, but I believe you."

"Thank you," I sighed, smiling weakly.

"All right, how do we find this bastard?."

"Right here, the list."

"And with the knife?."

I just nod pulling the knife out, putting it on the table next to me away from him watching his eyes move to it.

"Here, let me see it."

"Sorry, no offence, but I don't let anybody else hold it," I said, moving it a little further away.

"I'm your grandfather."

"Nothing personal."

"Sure, it is. Especially when it's me you're trying to kill," he said, his brown eyes turning yellow making me cry out.

And I end up flung into the far wall, struggling to break free, his powers keeping me pinned.

"Future girl, huh?. I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So I kill your mommy?. That's why you came all this way to see little old me?."

"Oh, I came here to kill you."

"Hey. Wait a minute. If that slut Mary is your mommy, are you...Are you one of my psychic kids?," he asked, moving in close, starting to smell my neck making me wince. "No. Not you. Maybe you got a sis. Or a bro. That's terrific. Means it all worked out. After all, that's why I'm here."

"So that's what this is all about. These deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls. You want their kids," I snarled, still struggling a little.

"Bingo!. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your mommy."

"Why her?. Why any of them?."

"Because they're strong. They're pure. They eat their Wheaties. My own little master race. They're ideal breeders. Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though Mary...Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favourite."

"You really are disgusting, aren't you?. So why make the deals?."

"I need permission. I need to be invited into their houses. I know, I know. The red tape will drive you nuts. But in 10 short years...it'll all be worth it. Because you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling?. I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better then Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals. It makes you big and strong."

"For what?. So they can lead your discount demon army?. Is that your big plan?."

"Please. My endgame's a hell of a lot bigger then that, sweetheart."

"Endgame?. What endgame?."

"Like I'm gonna tell you. Or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No. I'm gonna cover my tracks good."

"You can cover whatever the hell you want. I'm still gonna kill you," I growled glaring at him watching him smirk.

"Right. Now, that I'd like to see."

"Maybe not today. But you look into my eyes, you son-of-a-bitch...cause I'm the one who kills you."

"So you're gonna save everybody, is that right?. Is that it?. Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save. Your grandpappy," he smirked, pulling a knife out of his pants, proceeding to stab himself in the stomach.

"NO!," I screamed, thrashing harder against his hold hearing Deanna's cries, her having snuck into the house, seeing the whole thing.

Then she ends up getting thrown across the room hitting the table, falling onto the floor, groaning.

I manage to break free of his hold just in time to watch him break her neck then vanish.

"No, no, no. Deanna," I sobbed dropping to my knees next to her seeing she's dead knowing now that there was nothing I could do to prevent the future.

-x-x-x-x

I gasp loudly, my eyes opening finding myself back on the motel bed in my own year, having been obviously brought back.

"I...I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?," I whispered sitting up looking over at Castiel, his eyes not on me.

I can't get that image out of my head of my mom locking lips with Azazel possessing her father, my dad's body on the ground. She'd made that deal to save him, to bring him back to life. And there was nothing I could have done to prevent it.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it."

"I...I know. Doesn't make it any better, though, Cas!."

"Destiny can't be changed, Alexandra. All roads lead to the same destination."

"Then why send me back then?."

"For the truth. Now you know everything we do."

"What the hell are you talking about?. Wait...where's Sam?. And...and why can't Dean hear us?," I asked quietly, looking over at the two beds seeing just Dean lying there asleep, Sam nowhere to be found.

"We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why. What his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up."

"Where's Sam?."

"425 Waterman. Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Alex. And we're not sure where it leads. So stop it...or we will."