Chapter 3
The car ride was five hours long. To buy time, Mary made small talk with Bobby.
"Just curious, but have you ever run into a hunter with the last name Van Halen?" Mary asked when they were in the middle of some highway.
"Van Halen? Sounds like one of the alias's Dean would use."
Mary's ears perked up at the name Dean, reminded of her son. She wondered what his life was like. "Oh, it's just… that's the hunter that's also a psychic. He knew all about that yellow-eyed demon."
"Azazel," Bobby said.
"What?"
"The yellow-eyed demon's name is Azazel," Bobby said. "You've run into him before?"
Mary closed her eyes tight. "I made a deal with him."
"You did what?"
"He killed my now-husband, okay! I had to do something! And he offered to save John's life."
"John?"
"My husband."
Bobby looked deep in thought. "So, uh… I realized I never got your name?"
"It's Mary."
Bobby's eyes widened. "So, uh, Mary, did Azazel come for your child in their nursery?"
Mary blinked. "How did you know that?"
"Because Azazel did that to many children. And I'm guessing your kid was exactly six months old?"
Mary nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, he was."
"It makes sense now," Bobby said. "Your son must be one of the special kids. Azazel did say there was several generations of psychic kids. Your kid was born when?"
"1983," Mary said, the words slipping from her lips. Only did she realize that definitely did not add up, considering it was now the year 2009 and she looked in her early thirties herself. She should be, what? In her fifties? In 2009, a woman in her early thirties should have been just a child in the year 1983. Bobby slammed hard on the gas and moved over to the side of the road.
"1983?" Bobby said, his eyes widening. "You look only 30. Shouldn't you have been a kid then?"
"I think it's time travel."
Bobby thought about it for a moment before he just stared. "You're Mary Winchester, aren't ya?"
He knew her. "Yeah, that's me."
"Okay, we gotta head to Denver. Quick. The boys will want to see this."