So... I know I said this story was finished, but the fic felt a little incomplete to me so I decided to add a few more chapters. Hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 6

A few weeks later…

Mary opened her eyes and felt the presence of someone else in the motel room with her. And she was right: A man wearing a tan trench coat stood at the opposite end of the room. Mary's hunter side kicked in and she reached for the demon knife sitting on her bedside table, gripping it hard.

"What do you want?" Mary said. Her jaw tightened as she stared at her threat.

"Mary Winchester," the man said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Dean talks about you a lot."

Mary kept her guard on. "How do you know Dean?"

"I raised him from perdition."

Mary nearly chokes. "Perdition? You're saying Dean went to hell? He never told me that." She then studied the blue-eyed man with dark hair. He looked human, but there was no way he could be. She kept the demon knife sturdy in her hand. And if this man—or demon—went to hell, surely he was demon. "What are you?"

"I'm an angel of the lord. I'm sure Dean didn't tell you because he didn't want to burden you with his time in hell. Ever since you… died, Mary, John rolled your son's into the hunter life. But it was more than that. When you made the deal with Azazel, your son, Sam, had demon blood in him. And with that came his ultimate destiny—to lead Azazel's demon army. Dean may have known about monsters and making demon deals through his dad, but it was his brother's death by the hands of another one of Azazel's psychic that led him to making his deal. Dean's soul for Sam's life. But heaven has other plans for Dean and we couldn't leave him in the pit."

Mary's eyes filled with tears. "I wish Dean told me. I can't believe it… hell. I never wanted that for my babies. I never wanted them to have his life."

"I'm sorry, Mary," the angel said.

"I never asked—what's your name?"

"Castiel. Dean calls me Cas."

Mary put the demon knife back on the nightstand. "I bet you came here for some reason other than for a quick introduction. So, what is it?"

"I have to send you back," Castiel said. "I have to bring you back to 1983."

"What? No, Castiel. If you do that… if you do that I'll just be leaving Sam and Dean again. I promised that I wouldn't leave them. They need their mother."

"And they have lived twenty-two years without you just fine," Castiel said. "With you in this time… it upsets the balance of nature. Just you being here will cause ripple effects for years. I'm sorry, Mary, but I just wanted to give you a proper chance to say goodbye to your sons. Other angels are looking for you and they will stop at nothing to bring you back to your own time."

Mary nodded, swallowing hard. "I'll do it. I'll… go back." Mary choked at 'back.' Of course, she didn't actually want to do that. Surely she would go back to the same minute she had come from— herself on the ceiling surrounded by flames. But Castiel was right; she wasn't supposed to be here. Like Dean couldn't prevent her from making the deal in 1973, she couldn't live in a time she didn't belong in. And besides, Mary would see John again…

"Dean and Sam won't remember you being here," Castiel added. "Their memories of these last few weeks will only be restored when they pass on to the afterlife. You won't remember either, not until you arrive in heaven yourself."

Mary nodded. "I just have a question, Castiel. Do you know why I ended up in the future to begin with? Why didn't I just die in Sam's nursery?"

"Demons," Castiel said. "They thought… they thought if you never died, if John never saw you burn on the ceiling, Sam would never become a hunter. And if he hadn't become a hunter, he would be easier to manipulate. The demons desperately want Sam and they are willing to do anything to get their way. Sam and Dean might have seen your return as a miracle, but the intention was anything but holy."

"Demons can time travel?"

"The demon must have had help from a witch or angel. Someone who probably doesn't serve heaven or hell and just wanted something in return. Now, if you want to say goodbye to your sons, I'd suggest you do that now."

Mary left the motel room with Castiel beside her. She then knocked on the motel room Sam and Dean were staying at. Dean was the one who answered the door. "Hey mom," Dean said. "See you met Cas."

Mary walked into their motel room. She noticed two duffle bags that were probably full of a bunch of arsenals. A machete was sticking out, from their vamp hunt last night.

"Mom, Cas, hey. Good morning," Sam said, who was sitting on his bed putting on a pair of socks.

Mary swallowed, knowing she has to break the news at some point. "Castiel told me I have to go back… to 1983."

Dean's eyes widened. "To 1983? Is it to stop something or—?"

"I'm not supposed to be in this year," Mary said. "I'm supposed to be 1983, burned on the ceiling. With me being here there's… ripple effects."

"No," Dean said. "No, you're not going back there. You'll die, mom. You'll walk straight to your death."

"And what about the ripple effects? What if someone else dies because of me? I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen." Mary turned to Sam. "I died in your nursery, Sam. That's where I'm supposed to die. It already happened, and you two boys know it. Your memories never changed, did they? John found me burning and discovered about monsters. Me staying here will only change the past and make you more vulnerable. I came here to say goodbye."

"Not like this," Dean said. "We just got you back."

"We can go get breakfast," Mary glanced over at Castiel to make sure that was okay. He gave a slight nod. "And then we'll say goodbye. Sound good?"

Of course, it could never really "sound good." But they did go out for breakfast at some diner just down the road. Castiel came with.

"Aren't you going to order something?" Mary asked Castiel when the waitress left after taking all of the orders.

"Oh, Cas doesn't eat," Dean said.

"Dean's right," Castiel said. "Angels don't need to eat. Or sleep."

Their meals came and Mary asked all about Sam and Dean's lives: from their childhood to first crushes. For a moment, Mary almost forgot that, in just a short while, she would be swept away from 2009 for good—straight to her demise.

Maybe not. Maybe, like last time she was in 1983, the fire won't touch her skin. But Mary knew that was unlikely. She died in 1983. John knew that. Her boys knew it. That was what happened, period.

They finished the meal and at the tail-end Mary saw both of her boys smile and joke around and it made Mary's heart warm. "Sam, Dean, Mary—we have a problem," Castiel said in his deep voice.

That was the last thing Mary remembered before a white light blinded her vision.