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"Hey," Lizzy half-cheerfully greets when she walks into her house. She finds Derek and her Sammy on the floor of the living room, driving Matchbox cars along the roads of the printed rug Dean found a month back. The area rug is designed with a city landscape and roadways, perfect for an imaginative kiddo like Sammy and his millions of tiny toy cars.

"Mommy!" Sammy calls out with a massive grin. "Me and Uncle Derek played cars! He likes the Mustang like Auntie Lou's best!"

"That's only because I'm not allowed to use the black classic Impala though," Derek rebuts.

"No! That's Baby," Sammy reminds him sternly. "Only me used that one."

"Hey! You could share, Sammy baby," Lizzy reprimands as Lou books it behind her up the stairs, ignoring everyone else in the house. Soon after, a door slams on the second floor.

"I shared!" Sammy fights back right away. "But Baby mine!"

"It's true," Derek laughs. "I have free reign over all cars but one. He's been an excellent sharer."

"Well then, that's what I like to hear," Lizzy grins at her son. "Did you have lunch?"

"Yep." Sammy barely looks at her, continuing instead on driving his cars around.

"Well, good then," Lizzy nods, happy to hear her boy is taken care of. "Where's Cassie?"

"Mm-mm," Sammy shrugs.

Lizzy looks to Derek and he shrugs too. "No idea. Haven't seen him since Sam talked to him in the backyard."

Lizzy nods, looking around. It's awfully quiet. She's about to ask about it when the bedroom door upstairs flies open and they hear Lou shout, "Where's Sam!?"

"Uncle Sam leaved," Sammy says, still playing.

"He left? Where?" Lizzy asks, the pounding of petite feet slamming down the stairs in the background.

"He and Dean left about fifteen minutes ago," Derek fills them in. "Some guy named Kevin called and they asked me to watch Sammy until you got back. Said they'd be gone a few days."

"Seriously!?" Lou lights up with happiness.

Lizzy shoots her a warning look. Right now she should be running to Sam. Instead, she's happy he's gone. What the hell? Lizzy looks back at Derek and asks, "Is Dean waiting for a call?"

"He said you'd ask and he said to tell you yes." Derek smiles. "He's a good one."

"Yeah, he's not bad," Lizzy half blushes at the thought.

"I gotta make some calls," Lou blurts and rushes back up the stairs, disappearing into her room again.

"Louie alright?" Derek wonders as Sammy drives a car up his arm.

"She's… processing things," Lizzy lies and pulls her phone from her back pocket. "It's a little messy."

"It's fucking horrible, is what it is," Derek responds.

"No, Uncle Derek!" Sammy scolds loudly as he presses a small hand over Derek's mouth.

Derek shares a confused look with Lizzy.

"You swore," she informs him. "The big one, at that."

"You no say that," Sammy emphatically tells him. "That's bad!"

Derek then answers, making it extra unintelligible on purpose with Sammy still blocking his mouth. Sammy releases his hand. "I'm sorry, buddy. I'm used to talking to only grown ups. I'm not used to talking around kids."

"You no say that to anybody, Uncle Derek," Sammy wags a finger in his face. "Mommy say that bad for all people."

Derek's eyes grow wide. He huffs a laugh. "I'm really gonna have to get used to things around here."

"Don't make me take out the swear jar we had to use once Sammy got old enough to learn from our words," Lizzy winks at him.

"You'd put more money in it than anyone else!" Derek counters.

"I'm still broke from it," she jokes. "So please, don't make me reinstate the swear jar!"

"I'll do my best," Derek smiles.

She then walks to the kitchen to make a call. Dialing Dean's number, she sits into a stool at the island and lets the phone ring. Only twice and Dean answers.

"Ah, I see you got my message," Dean says, clearly smiling to hear from her.

"Couldn't even wait to say goodbye?"

"I don't know how long girl time was supposed to last."

"How's Kevin?" Lizzy needs to know, having a soft spot for the tragic teen thrown into the shit that is their life undeserved and unwillingly. "Is he alright?"

"We don't know," Dean admits. "He called, said to come quick, and the phone cut out. Then he never answered any calls back we made."

"Oh, no," Lizzy groans and blows out a breath. "Poor kid."

"We're just gonna catch up with him, see what he's found if anything…."

"And bring him bar-b-que!" Lizzy interrupts immediately, a memory coming to her.

"What? Why?" Dean asks in an almost complaint.

"Because it's his favorite," Lizzy answers like it's obvious.

"How do you know that?"

"Because we stopped at a bar-b-que joint with him after we met and, even though he was scared shitless, he ate almost a whole rack himself. He told me it was his favorite food after I joked about his appetite."

"So, now I gotta find a rib joint near Garth's house boat?" Dean bitches to her with her added task.

Lizzy stays silent a beat so she doesn't smack him through the phone. "That kid has been locked away, translating impossible ancient texts for months. For us. He hasn't asked for anything…."

"I get it, I get it," Dean stops her. She can hear practically the eye roll. "I'll get him ribs."

"All the ribs," Lizzy corrects.

"All the ribs," he agrees. "But I'm not wasting any more time than that on getting to him. He sounded bad."

"Bad?" her heart drops even lower. "How bad?"

"I don't know… bad-bad," Dean tells her. "But whatever it is going on, I'll check it out and give you a full report. Then, you can make a laundry list of crap you need me to do to make sure he's fine and I'll do about half of it."

Lizzy smiles so wide it hurts. "I like honest you."

"Yeah, you're just dragging it outta me one day at a time." Dean grins. "Hey, uh… how's Lou?"

Lizzy pauses. "She's… is Sam with you?"

"Yes."

"Awake?"

"Uh, yeah…."

"Okay, in that case… she'll survive. It's pretty rough, but Lou is a tough girl."

Dean pauses on the other line and she knows he's processing the truth behind Lizzy's words. Lou is not okay. Not at all. But they aren't talking about that right now. Now's not the time.

"That she is," Dean eventually says. "You good with Sammy for a little bit?"

"Do I have a choice?" Lizzy counters with a small laugh. "I'm good. I missed him while we were in Louisiana. We'll get some good mommy-Sammy time in, and he'll get to know Derek. He'll miss you a lot though."

"I know," Dean's voice drops. "He cried when I told him."

"Oh, Hot Shot." Lizzy's heart breaks for Dean. "He'll be okay. There are dads that spend plenty of time traveling for work out there. Their kids survive just fine."

"Yeah…" Dean trails off, clearly thinking.

"Dean?" Lizzy stops what she knows what he's already doing to himself.

"Yeah?"

"Don't. You're not John."

"Dad left us for work all too often, just saying."

"You left him with his mother and family while you checked on a kid that really needs you. That is not at all the same. Sammy's not wanting for anything and his home isn't on wheels."

"By some kind of miracle," Dean answers, still clearly impressed he's managed to not screw up their kid yet. "I'm gonna get back as soon as I can."

"But only once you know Kevin is safe and healthy, right?" Lizzy checks in and keeps him focused. "He clearly needs some hind of help. Make sure he gets it. He's young and alone and all this shit we deal with is scary. Stay with him for a few days? Please? He has to be going crazy being alone like that for so long."

"Yeah. Kid's gotten a pretty raw deal," Dean admits. "We'll make sure he's good. I know you got Sammy."

"But you miss him already?" Lizzy grins, peeking in at their son playing with his newly found uncle.

"Yeah," Dean easily admits.

"You miss me, too?" Lizzy grins wider, her voice dropping a touch.

"Always," Dean answers with a little dark edge to his tone. "Never got a proper welcome-back-home night before I had to leave again." Dean can see the grossed out look Sam shoots him in his periphery, but Dean chooses to ignore it.

Lizzy laughs. "Well, put it this way; you give Kevin a couple days of your time… I'll give you several hours of my time."

"What kind of time?"

"Night time," Lizzy laughs again. "And naked time."

"French maid time!?" Dean asks, his voice turning into that of an excited kid being told he's going to Disney.

"Dude!" Sam complains beside him. Dean flips him off without even looking at him, eyes still on the road.

"Sure. It's been a while since I put that one on," Lizzy promises. "Hell, you make sure Kevin's a happy little prophet… I might even put on the Zorro mask."

Dean inhales sharply before realizing he needs to keep his composure while driving with his brother. "Deal. That's… that's a deal. Definitely."

"Drive safe," Lizzy tells him.

"Watch that kid, huh? And tell Lou to call Sam." Dean hangs up.

"Will do." She hangs up and sits at one of the island stools in the kitchen. She drops her phone down on the island top, thuds her elbows on the surface, and buries her face into her hands.

So much is happening. So much to process.

Lou is having a child.

Lou won't tell Sam about the child.

Sam and Lou's child is meant to be the Antichrist of all Antichrists.

Destiny has their balls in a vice grip once again. Lou's kid will battle her Sammy in the true Apocalypse.

Derek is back.

Derek wants to hunt.

Derek wants full in and she's not sure he can do it. Or should do it.

Kevin is in danger possibly.

She hasn't thought about poor Kevin in so long she's embarrassed.

Dean is once again on the road for a few days.

She's Sammy's sole parent for the foreseeable few days.

She has to somehow help and support Lou, figure out what to do with Derek, raise Sammy to be a good man and somehow keep him away from hunting, and keep the bar/hunter's hub running while Lou goes through whatever it is she's going through right now.

FUCK.

"Kid. You're nasty!" Derek laughs as he carries Sammy on his hip into the little boy's bedroom. "You eat like a pig."

"I no Piggy!" Sammy reprimands and makes a mad face.

"No… you just eat like one," Derek returns with as he once more eyes over what was once a clean outfit. Sammy's covered in food. It's even in his hair. "Alright, mom said she's getting your bath ready. We need to pick out new jammies and meet her in the bathroom. Where do you keep your pajamas?"

"Here," Sammy points to the dresser. Derek puts him down and lets Sammy open the correct drawer.

"Cool! You dig batman too!?" Derek gets appropriately excited when he yanks out a one piece batman pajama suit. It looks like the bat suit and has a black cape attached to the back.

"I'm Batman!" Sammy says with his hands on his hips, a grimace, and a low, intimidating voice.

"What!?" Derek blurts out laughing. "O. M. G. Kid! Where did you learn that?"

"Daddy," Sammy says simply as he takes the pajamas from his uncle.

"Okay, if you guys want me to not hit on your dad, like, everyday… we need to stop revealing things like this to me."

"Hit daddy?" Sammy gets upset at the idea.

"Hit?" Derek gets confused before it dawns on him. "Oh! Not hit! Hit on. Like… compliment."

"Comp-a-ment?" Sammy asks.

"You know what? Forget about it," Derek says, waving the whole thing off. "I'll help explain when you're older. Especially if you end up into boys."

Sammy just stares at his uncle, lost.

"Damn. Alright, bath time…."

A bright light bursts through the small bedroom as the closet door flies open, hitting the wall behind it. A body hurls into the room, rolling onto the carpet and hitting Sammy's car-shaped bed. In a blink, the inexplicable light dims and the door slams shut again.

Derek just stands there, frozen in place. His eyes are glued to the form of an adult man in a tailored suit quickly trying to get up from the ground after magically blasting himself into the room out of thin air.

Once standing, the man is taller than Derek. He turns, locks eyes with Derek, and asks, "Are you John Winchester?"

Derek's mouth gapes as his heart pounds. He can't speak. No words will come. John Winchester? Shit, wasn't that Dean and Sam's dad? He wrote one of the journals Sam gave him to read that he hadn't gotten to yet, right?

"Time is of the essence. Are you John Winchester?" the man asks urgently, his eyes sliding to Sammy standing there in quiet fright as he hugs Derek's leg with fear.

"I… uh, no," Derek stutters out, absolutely shocked and scared. "Not… John."

"That's impossible. That's absolutely…." He trails off, speaking to himself. "What did I do wrong?"

"Louie!" Derek screams out when he realizes this is way over his head. "Lou! Lizzy!"

"I did the spell as it was written in the text," the man rambles on some, clearly trying to figure it all out.

Derek is shaking with fear now. "LOUIE!"

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Lou rubs her forehead as she sits behind her laptop on her bed. A search is up, the closest pin to Smith Center about an hour away.

An hour. Perfect. She can get there, get the abortion, and get home quickly before Sam gets back. She hopes.

Picking up her cell phone, Lou dials the number to make an appointment and get the ball rolling. She then tries to press send but her thumb pauses. It won't budge.

"Fuck," Lou whispers to herself. No matter how much she understands that she has to do it, this baby can't be, she can't do it. She can't make that call.

Dropping her phone onto the comforter, the internal struggle hits hard. Can she do this? She knows she needs to but… can she actually do this?

All she's been through in her life and this is by far the hardest decision she's faced. Another stint in Purgatory sounds pretty damn good right about now, over this.

Louie! Lou! Lizzy!

Her head whips up with the horror in Derek's voice as he obviously screams for help. Without thought, everything else is dumped and she's on her feet. Lou sprints through her door and to the sound of Derek's voice shouting yet again for her.

When she reaches Sammy' bedroom door, she sharply stops when a second, unknown adult is in her nephew's room.

"Who the fuck are you?" she booms out as she can hear Lizzy stop mid-stair-climb behind her. She'll be there soon for backup and she knows it.

"Not now," the stranger says. "I'm thinking."

His response has Lou taken aback for a quick second. "Excuse me, but you just broke into my house. I'd like to know who it is I'm about to beat into a fucking pulp."

"Please, I assure you there is no need for violence…."

"He came out of the closet," Derek interjects with a heightened, pointed voice.

"Like you did?" Lou asks, not getting the Derek meant it literally.

"He flew out of the closet! With a bright light!" Derek clarifies in a panic, pointing at the unknown man. "He flew out of the damn closet!"

Lizzy arrives and walks through the doorway past Lou, her gun out and aimed on the stranger in her son's room. Lou's handgun is tucked into the back of her jeans and Lou yanks it out, also aiming.

"Please, ladies, put the guns down. One of you must be John Winchester," the stranger won't give up.

"I'm sorry, John Winchester?" Lizzy needs to make sure she heard right.

"Yes. It is of utmost importance."

"Well, you're shit outta luck, whoever you are," Lizzy states plainly. "John's not here."

The stranger's face falls. He looks around the room, avoiding eye contact for a solid five seconds while thinking. "How?"

"Who are you again?" Lizzy asks, ready to know why someone is breaking into her house and asking about her father-in-law she never met.

"Well, ladies, gentlemen," he nods at both groups one at a time. "In the absence of any and all explanations, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding. I'll be on my way." He makes a couple steps for the bedroom door to leave the house.

"Uh, no fucking way," Lou stands her ground and keeps him in the room by blocking his exit.

"Derek, take Sammy into the living room. Put on Nemo and turn it up loud, please," Lizzy says with an almost warning tone.

"Loud and clear," Derek answers, picking up Sammy.

"Who that man?" Sammy stage whispers to his uncle as they walk for the door. Lou let's them pass, gun on the stranger to ensure he stays.

"Not a clue, kid. But mommy and Louie will figure it out, okay?"

"Kay," Sammy answers. "We watch Nemo?"

"Yes sir," Derek answers nervously as they head down the stairs and leave the very tense situation upstairs.

"Okay, so… some guy dressed in some throwback vintage suit supposedly busts into my son's room through a closet… and you just expected us to let you leave?"

"Well, from what I am gathering from your reaction to me, I have a strong feeling this is all beyond your understanding, my oddly female alpha-monkey friends," the man explains with an air of superiority.

"Excuse the fuck outta you!?" Lou gets angry with that.

"I'm assuming you're hunters. How two women became hunters is far past my comprehension, but it lets me know you could not understand what is happening here. Violence is not the answer here and I suggest you let me leave before I do what I must."

Lizzy huffs a laugh. "What are you, from the 50's?"

"How did you know?" he asks her.

The two hunters remain silence with that nugget of information.

"Holy crap," Lizzy shakes her head. "You time traveled, huh?"

"You know about time travel?" he looks at her with a very confused and shocked face.

"Oh, you know, done it once or twice," she smirks with a little satisfaction after being so underestimated.

He looks at her with shock. "But… how? Are you a member?"

"Member of?" Lizzy questions.

There's a loud rattling sound that breaks the conversation.

"What is that?" he asks, looking to the closet. "Oh my god."

"What?" Lou asks, eyes wide as the door lights up behind it.

"Run!" he says and he sprints for the door while shoving Lizzy and Lou out.

"What's happening!?" Lizzy asks, going on autopilot. She flies down the stairs with Lou in front of her and Henry behind. There's a loud bursting sound coming from the upstairs as the mystery man yanks open the front door.

"Everyone out! Now!" he panics, sprinting for Derek and pulling him by the upper arm, dragging him out the door.

"Who the fuck is this!?" Derek asks, seeing Lizzy snatching up Sammy from the floor as Lou grabs a duffle bag hidden in a decorative cabinet by the front door.

"Everyone in the car!" Lou yells as they hear someone calling out from the upper floor.

"Henry!?" a clear, almost joyful voice calls out to him. "Where are you, Henry?"

The man freezes at the doorway, his body frozen. "No."

"Who the hell is that!?" Lizzy asks, Sammy clinging to her with fear.

"She's here," he mutters. "We all need to get out!"

"Come on!" Lou yanks everyone one by one out the door. She then rushes ahead, opens the Mustang driver's door, and ushers everyone inside the small car. By the time everyone packs into the tiny car, the front door to the house opens with a shove.

"There you are," the red head says calmly, smiling at the packed car and seeing the man she followed through a car window.

"Drive!" he calls out from the backseat and Lou floors it, speeding down the road and out of the neighborhood as quickly as they can.

"...the spell has to be spoken after you finish each of the three trials."

Dean and Sam just look to each other a second, processing what Kevin tells them as they stand in the middle of Garth's boat, across from Kevin's table filled with a disarray of pages and other materials.

"Trials? Like, uh, like "Law & Order"?" Sam wonders, not getting it.

Dean hands Sam the page of notes that Kevin previously handed him.

"More like Hercules. The tablet says, 'Whosoever chooses to undertake these tasks should fear not danger, nor death, nor…' A word I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity," Kevin tries to explain all that he's been able to decipher.

"Good times," Dean comments with a little fear.

"Basically, God built a series of tests, and when you've done all three, you can slam the gates," Kevin clarifies.

Sam's eyes go wide. "So, what? God wants us to take the SATs?"

"I… I guess," Kevin huffs a laugh before joking, "Uh, he works in mysterious ways."

"Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways," Dean rolls his eyes. "so… how does this all work? What do we have to do?"

"I've only been able to crack one of the tests so far, and it's gross," Kevin makes sure they understand. "You've got to kill a hound of hell and bathe in its blood."

"Okay," Dean nods, thinking a moment about how hard and very dangerous this task is. "Doable."

"What!?" Sam asks his brother, surprised with his outward lack of panic.

"Hey, if this means icing all demons and making a better, safer world for Sammy to live in… I got no problem gutting some devil dog and letting Calgon take me away."

"Dean. You have a son. You can't just run head first at hellhound."

"Oh no? Sam, if we do this… you could have a family," Dean spells it out. "No Hell, no demons… no need for an Apocalypse."

Sam goes silent when Dean points out one huge advantage to following through with this whole thing. Shutting Hell could shut down the entirety of Heaven and Hell's fighting. Heaven would have nothing to fight. He and Lou could safely have a family. They could have a child without fear for its future.

Dean grabs Sam's shoulder and looks right at him. "Sammy, we gotta do this. It's the answer. To it all."

Sam nods to his brother and exhales. This is the answer. His brother is right.

"So… you're in?" Kevin asks them when he gets left out of the conversation for a while.

"Oh yeah, Kev," Dean lets him know, both brothers turning to face the prophet again. "Totally in."

"Great. Now… where are you gonna find a hellhound?"

"Well, Hellhounds like to collect on crossroads deals. So, all we got to do is track down some loser who signed over his special sauce 10 years ago, get between him and Clifford the big dead dog." Dean nods with his own plan. "Easy."

Kevin narrows his eyes. "Doesn't sound easy."

"It's not," Sam confirms.

"It is if it means a life for our family," Dean rebuts while pointing at Sam quickly. "Look, you get on the net, see what you can dig up. Find us a hellhound… somehow. I'm gonna go for a supply run. The kid needs to eat something that's not ground-up hooves and pigs' anuses because if I don't get him a couple hundred salads and some ribs, L's gonna kill me."

"Ribs!?" Kevin perks way up. His eyes are wider than a kid on Christmas morning.

"My wife has a thing for strays," Dean jokes at first. "She remembered you liked ribs. So, she made me promise to get you ribs, along with some roughage, some fruit, and some sleep."

Kevin smiles wide. "She sounds like my mom."

"Then your mom must be awesome," Dean comments back. "I'll be back."

Dean leaves.

As soon as the boat door closes, Kevin silently walks to his laptop and slides it across the table to Sam. "Here."

"Thanks," Sam half smiles and looks over the young kid.

He's disheveled and thin. His eyes are sunken and dark circled. His clothes are dirty, his hair is greasy… Kevin is a disaster. And he feels guilty for it all.

"Hey, Kevin?" Sam calls for the teen's attention as he riffles through some notes. He pauses and looks to Sam. "Buddy, you got to slow down."

Kevin laughs a little. "What?"

"Get some shut-eye. Take a day off. Open a window," Sam sweeps a hand around to the closed boat windows that are clouded with dirt and time.

"No," he shakes his head. "You said nuking hell, that's how I get out. That's how I go home."

"Right," Sam nods. "It is, absolutely. But you can't live like this."

"You think I want to?" Kevin asks, a sharp edge to his tone. "I hate it here. I can't leave because every demon on the planet wants to peel my face off. I can't talk to anyone except you guys or Garth, when he swings by, or my mom. Right? And when she calls, all she does is cry. I just... I need this to be over. And I'm not stopping or slowing down until I do."

"I know. I do. But trust me on this… this whole 'saving the world' thing, it's a marathon, not a sprint. You got to take better care of yourself."

Kevin clenches his teeth for a second before taking a deep breath. "That's easy for you to say."

"What?" Sam asks, confused.

"You live in a house. That's clean and has real food in it all the time. You can go to the grocery store if you need something. You have a hot wife and a family. You always have someone to talk to that talks back to you. It's really easy to stand there and tell me to take time for myself and care for myself, but dude, I don't have that luxury."

Sam nods, taking in the anger Kevin rightfully feels for a second. "I get it. You've been in the shit for a long time. But I paid my dues, Kevin. You think this place is any better than the flea bag motels Dean and I lived in our whole lives until this past year? You think dad always had money for food for us? Or even cared if we didn't? And I'm still dealing with my own fate that sucks, okay? I get that you've been given a raw deal… but you're not the only one. But take it from someone that always been there… take care of yourself and make it through all this. The whole point is to do good and stay alive to enjoy it."

Kevin pauses before sitting down into a metal chair at the table in the middle of the boat. He looks at his hands, blinking back some tears before shaking the emotions off. "I just want to get out of here."

"And you will," Sam nods. "We'll figure this out and get you outta here. As soon as we can. Now… go take a shower before the ribs get here. You're pretty ripe, man." Sam smiles a little.

Kevin nods and gets up, agreeing completely. "I was aware that I smelled, like, five days ago. Then… I didn't even notice anymore."

"Not a good sign," Sam huffs a laugh. "Get going."

Kevin walks away to clean up and Sam gets to work on finding a hellhound. Maybe the massive task of undergoing whatever these trials are will help clear his head about Lou and their destiny for a bit. Then he'll be ready to face it all.

"Pull over!"

"Not yet," Lou shakes her head as she books it down the empty back road, not willing to slow down until they're somewhere safe.

"Pull over now!"

Lizzy peeks back at the man in the backseat. "Lou, he's looking green."

"Are you gonna puke in my car!?" Lou panics.

"Not if you pull over this instant," the mystery man tells her.

Lou pulls over to the shoulder of the road and flies out of the driver's seat. She yanks her seat forward just in time for the mysterious closet traveller to lean out head first and throw up onto the shoulder of the road.

"Ugh," Lou groans, watching him. "Dude, you alright?"

"Yes, I will be." He then vomits one last time. With a groan, he carefully gets out of the very cramped Mustang and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket. He wipes his mouth and takes a deep breath while Lizzy pulls Sammy out of the backseat where he was sitting on Derek's lap. "It's just all the adventures I enjoy are usually of the literary nature."

"You mind telling us who the hell it was we just ran away from?" Lou asks, grabbing Derek's hand to help him out of the car.

"Abaddon. She's a demon," the man tells them.

"No kidding. Where'd she come from?" Lou keeps asking.

"She's from Hell."

"Okay. And where did you come from?" Lizzy asks, walking to stand next to Lou and figure out what just happened.

"I'm from Normal, Illinois, in 1958," he answers easily.

"Well, fucking great!" Lou shouts with that information. "Dudes are Bill and Ted-ding our fucking closets! That's what we've come to these days!?"

"Chill," Lizzy reminds her, nodding her head to Sammy in her arms. "Any reason you travelled to our house?"

"I was aiming for John Winchester," he explains. "If you could just take me to John, we could clear all this up, I'm sure."

"That's not going to happen… whoever you are?" Lizzy tells him in an even and warm tone as clearly this man doesn't know John's fate.

"My name is Henry."

"Oh," Lizzy says with pure sadness, her heart skipping when she figures it out. She knows the name Henry.

"What?" Lou asks, wanting to know what she's figured out.

"Normal, Illinois… that's where John was born," Lizzy explains, having read enough about her family in Chuck's books and Johns journal by now. "His father was named Henry."

Lou's face drops and she turns sharply to gape at Henry.

"Please, I just need to see John…."

"Henry, John passed about seven years ago," Lizzy lets him know with pain in her voice.

"No," Henry's heart plummets.

"I'm so sorry," Lizzy tells him.

"He can't be…."

"Okay, we got a ton to unpack here, but I suggest we haul ass to a motel and ward up before the demon catches up," Lou makes a plan. "Everyone back in the car." Lou then leans into Lizzy and quietly tells her, "You need to call them."

Lizzy nods and they all get right back into the car, Henry still looking quite sick but for a brand new reason.

"What happened?" Henry asks the people he's with as they cram back into the Mustang. "Who are you poeple and how do you know my son?"

"We're family," Lizzy calmly says, getting into the backseat next to Henry with Sammy on her lap. "And I'll explain everything once I make a call or two. Just hang in there, okay?"

"Hey, did you know that there are, like, 6,000 kinds of tomatoes?" Dean asks as he opens the squealing door of the boat and announcing his presence.

"It's kinda like all vegetables and fruits," Kevin comments, rereading a particular page of notes, not remembering what his writing actually meant. "There's probably at least a couple hundred different kinds of apples."

"More like 75-hundred," Sam comments, eyes glued to the laptop screen.

"What?" Dean scoffs at Sam's correction as he places the several plastic bags of food onto the table the other two are working at. "That can't be right."

"It is," Sam nods, clicking the keys with confidence.

"The world doesn't need over seven thousand different apples to choose from," Dean tells him. "There should be, like, two."

"Two?" Sam laughs a little.

"Yeah. Red and green," Dean cleans his hands in gesture twice. "Done and done."

"Over seven thousand, five hundred apple varieties throughout the world," Sam reads and shows Dean the computer screen.

He reads the information. "That's total bullshit. The internet is about 80 percent false."

"How do you figure?" Sam rebuts with disbelief.

"You get the ribs!?" Kevin cuts in, his nostrils flaring with the smell of bar-b-que sauce and slow cooked pork.

"Yeah, kid. I got all the ribs… as I was told to," Dean rolls his eyes, remembering Lizzy's instructions. "Four racks. Spread that out over a few days, huh?"

Kevin grabs at the bag with a cartoon pig on it and snatches up the first Styrofoam box he sees. He rips it open, inhales once, and smiles a real smile for the first time in longer than he can remember. "Oh my god."

"Dig in," Dean tells him, eyeing him over. "You take a shower or something?"

"He had to," Sam jokes a little.

"Yes he did," Dean nods as his phone begins to ring. He pulls it out of his pants pocket, smiles when he sees Lizzy's name, and answer the call. "Dean's house of love."

You need to come home right now.

"What?" Dean asks, his pulse already racing.

Long story, but we need you guys here ASAP. We've run into some demon trouble. I'll text you the motel we end up at. Don't go home.

"We're leaving now," Dean ends the call immediately and looks at Sam. "Pack it up. We gotta go."

"Who?" Sam asks.

"All of them. Demon's on their asses," Dean shortly explains and heads for the door. "Kevin, we'll call you once everything's sorted out. Get a game plan."

"Yeah, okay," he nods. "Let me know they're alright, huh?"

"Will do," Dean nods and rushes out of the boat and to the Impala, Sam hot on his heels.