Bobby had brought John back into the house as Ellen held onto her daughter tightly, Jo was speaking fast the entire time, talking about Sam.

All she did was confirm most of what Crowley had told them. That the second they left Sam had revealed himself, trapping and tying her up, taking her blood to call someone named Dean.

He had gone down to the dungeon for some time before he came back. he did something else to her and that's all she remembered until now.

Bobby made a mental note to check his wordings and make sure that everything was still working and in place.

Ellen went upstairs to what had been Sam's room and searched it. The only things that were there was the notebooks Sam had taken notes in and one textbook, checking it it was from Stanford library,most likely stolen, and was just used as a cover.

Anything else that might've been in the room was gone, probably already loaded into that black car that the demon took. Going back downstairs she let the others know everything.

"Alright, so safe to say, those two are responsible for the bodies." Bobby said, passing out drinks to everyone, he gave a smaller size to Jo and even Ellen didn't protest, the girl deserved a pick me up after that. "But what's the point?"

Ellen was staring into the depths of her glass, she hadn't even taken a sip of it. Slowly she stood up and took her cell phone out. It took a moment but she found the name she was looking for, pressing call and putting it on speaker.

The phone rang for a few moments before a gruff, male voice answered. "Yeah?"

"It's Ellen Harvelle." Ellen said softly. "I need to talk to you, a few of us do actually."

The man scoffed and they heard the sound of something heavy being placed on what was most likely a table. "What?"

Ellen looked up at them. "This is Sam Campbell." she told them. "Not sure how much help he'll be but it'll be something."

Bobby looked at John and then spoke, "This is Bobby Singer, and we got some weird questions for you."

He heard Campbell snort at that. "Stop wasting my time and ask already." he half snapped.

"We want to know if you have kids." Ellen asked, tapping her fingers against the table.

"No, no kids." Campbell said, just a touch too fast. "The hell you want to know?"

"Because we got someone saying that you had a daughter named Mary." Bobby said, seeing John curl in on himself at the mention of her name.

"That was...a long time ago." Campbell said, his voice tight. "Where the hell is this coming from?"

"What happened to her?" Ellen asked. "To your daughter."

Campbell was quiet for so long that it almost sounded like he had hung up. "Mary was killed when she was fourteen." he finally said, voice as tight as anything. "That's it. I found her body and...and burned it." his voice hitched for a moment but then continued. "Standard hunters pyre, simple."

"Did you?" Ellen asked. "Did you actually burn her body?"

"Why the hell do you want to know?" Campbell snapped at them. "This isn't something I want to think about, no parent should outlive their kid!"

"Because I have it on authority that Mary was a demon." Bobby started to say only to be interrupted.

"Well that's not true!" Campbell injected, half yelling at them. "And you're not the first ones to tell me that my daughter had her issues, but she wasn't going to hell!"

"Not unless she made a demon deal." Ellen said. "Which we were told she did."

"She was a hunters child, she knew better than to make a deal." Campbell told them. "Now I'm done, Harvelle, lose my number."

"Samuel, listen to me." Ellen said, her voice hardening. "Cause Mary has two kids out there that's going around killing people."

Campbell was silent once more. "What?"

"I know it sounds impossible and you don't want to listen, but do." Ellen said. "Mary went to hell and became a demon, she had two kids as a demon."

"Why the hell would my daughter go to hell?" Campbell demanded. "She died at fourteen, you're trying to tell me that a four year old kid would make a deal?"

"That's exactly what we're saying." Bobby injected. "And her deal was about you, you died and she made a deal to bring you back to life."

Campbell didn't say anything and when he spoke, his voice was hard, cold, and unyielding. "Lose my number Harvelle." was all he said before he hung up, ending the call.

Ellen rubbed at her face and took her phone back, sliding it into her pocket. "Well, that's one thing that we can cross off." she said. She looked at John and her voice hardened. "John? Any ideas?"

John didn't say anything, just staring down at his hand where a golden ring band was. "They'll be in Lebanon in two weeks." he finally mumbled.

"What makes you so certain about that?"

"Because in two weeks is Dean's birthday." he said, voice devoid of emotion. "They'll be there."

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