EPOV

I was freaking out. I was majorly freaking out. Yellow eyes. A demon. Yellow-eyed demon. Going back in time meant he'd be alive, but I never would have thought Castiel would bring Dean and I back to where this thing was.

But it made sense. Now that I thought about it, we were in Kansas, ten years before Mary died. Ten years before the demon fed Sam his demon blood.

I could really use a pill right now. I thought to myself. But the pills were back in the future. Son of a-

Dean slammed a map down onto the Campbell dining table. He was determined to find this thing and kill it. For his family. For all the victims. For himself. If he killed it now, instead of when he actually did kill it, then he would be saving so many lives, and changing his own.

"What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through," Samuel suggested as he looked over Dean, a little concerned.

Dean was short as he responded. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes."

"Dean and I have." My hands were literally shaking as I looked over at the older man on the other side of the table. "This thing..." I couldn't even say it.

This thing is the reason why my dad died. Four years later, on the anniversary of his death, my mum was so distraught that she crashed our car, which put me in a coma. She made a deal to save me and ten years later she was killed. Not even a year after that my sister rebelled because of her grief, and ended up making a mistake that cost her life.

He also kidnapped Sam and I, put us in an abandoned town and forced a bunch of us to fight to the death. Which ended in Sam and I dying. Which is why Dean sold his soul and went to hell. Oh, and all the while, demons killed Ash and a bunch of other hunters because Ash found something out and Yellow-eyes didn't want him telling anyone.

Everything that happened to me, all the death. It was because of Yellow-eyes.

"Hey." Dean walked over to me, seeing that I was on the brink of having a breakdown. "We're gonna find this thing, okay?" He cupped my cheek as he stepped closer to me. "We're gonna find him and stop him. I promise." His voice was tense and determined.

"Just calm down, son." Samuel stepped towards us.

Dean shook his head, turning to his grandfather. "You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe."

"Not until we know what we're dealing with here."

Deanna came in then, carrying a bowl of fruit salad. "Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things."

"We know what this thing is!" Dean exclaimed. Deanna walked back into the kitchen as he went on. "And we're gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do."

"You're gonna kill a demon?" Samuel scoffed. "How?"

"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt."

Samuel nodded, but didn't look as if he believed Dean. "Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story."

"Well, it's real," Dean insisted, turning back to the map.

I noticed Samuel look to his wife for a moment before he sighed and turned to Dean. "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?"

"Yeah, maybe I do." Dean reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his father's journal. placing it on the table.

Stepping forward, Samuel took a look at it. "What's this?"

"It's a list," Dean answered as he flicked through the pages.

"Of what?"

"My dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon. Who, where and when."

"Why?"

"'Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my mum." Dean kept flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar."

Samuel frowned, looking down at the name Dean was pointing to. "Whitshire Farm, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your dad's list?"

Dean and I shared a look, as Dean answered cautiously- and with a lie. "Uh... my dad could see the future." He didn't wait for a response before he gestured to the next name on the list. "Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night."

Samuel leaned forward to read the name. "Liddy Walsh?"

"Haleyville. That's close," Dean noted.

Shrugging, Samuel pulled back again. "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..."

The look on his face told me everything I needed to know. He thought we were crazy. It didn't matter what Dean said, nothing would change his mind. He looked over to his wife who had the same expression on her face.

Dean pulled away from the table, looking to the two of them. "I know you guys think we're crazy."

"You seem like really nice kids," Samuel nodded, "but yeah, you're crazy."

"Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Grabbing the journal, Dean turned to me. "Come on." He nodded to the door, knowing I was right behind him as we left the room.

DPOV

Liz and I stopped by the front door of the Campbell's home. Sitting in the living room was Mary as she flicked through some records.

Looking from my mum to Liz, I hesitated a moment. "Hey, I'll, uh... I'll meet you at the car."

With a glance at my mum, Liz understood. Nodding, she left without a word, leaving the house. The sound of the door closing caught Mary's attention, causing her to turn and look over at me.

"Hey." She smiled, getting up.

"Hey. We're shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye."

"Really? So soon?" She genuinely looked disappointed.

"Yeah. Job to do." I shrugged, trying to keep it casual even though every fibre in my being was telling me not to leave her. "Hey, I wanted to- to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um... it doesn't matter what your dad thinks, I like that John kid."

She chuckled lightly. "You do?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." I paused before muttering to myself, "Hell, I'm depending on it."

"What?" She frowned, having not heard the last part.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Um, can I ask you a question?" She gave a simple nod. "What's he like? John."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." I shrugged.

"I don't know." She smiled, getting a dreamy look in her eyes. "He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." After a beat, she corrected herself. "No offense."

"No, none taken."

Taking a deep breath, she smiled again. "Can I tell you something?" she asked, and I nodded. "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think," she giggled lightly.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, Dad's gonna explode. But I don't care." She suddenly became a little more serious. "I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and..."

"And what?"

"I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it." She shook her head. "I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen."

I had to blink back tears after hearing her say all that. "Yeah..."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm- I'm fine." Looking at her, standing in front of me, young, beautiful and naive of the future, I felt obligated to at least try and warn her. "Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?"

She nodded, laughing lightly. "Okay."

"On November 2nd, 1983," my voice shook as I fought not to cry, "don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed."

Her smile was gone as she nodded again, more slowly this time. "Okay."

Wiping at my face to get rid of the tear that had escaped, I started for the door, needing to get out of there before I really broke down.

...

I was driving down the road, Liz in the seat next to me. We were silent, the two of us deep in thought. I could practically feel how nervous she was. Yellow-eyes had ruined both of our lives, but I had a feeling there was more to her story than I knew, and that was the reason why she was suddenly holding back.

Movement in the rearview mirror caught my eyes. I jumped, surprised to see Castiel sitting in the back seat.

"So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" I asked him. But he didn't say anything back, just gave me a blank look. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam would have wanted in on this, why not bring him back?"

"You had to do this alone, Dean."

I scoffed. "And that's why Liz is here?"

"She was... persistent."

"And what?" I shook my head at him. "You don't care that Sam's tearing up the future looking for us right now?"

"Sam's not looking for you," he responded simply.

"Alright, if we do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mum and dad live happily ever after, and- and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail?"

"You realise, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, even Elizabeth, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die."

I glanced over at Liz, who was focused on the window next to her. "We realise."

We both understood what was on the table here. We both knew what wold happen if we did this, if we killed Yellow-eyes. Not only would it save our families, and countless other people, but it would change our lives completely. To the point that Sam and I would never have met Liz, or Bobby, or anyone else.

But if that meant my mum and dad got to live, then I was willing to let them all go. They'd be happy, and so would I.

"And you don't care?"

"Oh, I care," I assured him. "I care a lot." I need him to understand that. "But these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Looking over at him again, I found he was no longer in the backseat.

It was just Liz and I again, left in silence once more.

...

Liz was keeping watch as I broke into Daniel Elkins' safe. I knew the Colt was in here, because dad had told Sam and I where it was years ago. During the case, we found out vampires were real.

Opening the door, I was relieved to see the gun lying exactly where I'd thought it would be.

"Dean..."

The sound of a gun cocking, and Liz's voice had me look over my shoulder. Standing between us and our exit was Daniel and the shotgun he was aiming at us.

"Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way." There was a warning in his tone, and I had no doubt he'd shoot us.

Getting up slowly, I pretended to lay the Colt on the top of the safe. But instead- once I stood properly- I turned quickly, aiming it at him. "Can't do it, Daniel."

At the sound of me using his name, he tensed. "Who the hell are you?"

"We're hunters, just like yourself."

"Thieves more like it."

"We just need it for a few days," I assured him.

"Not happening."

Liz sighed. "Look, you don't know us, I get it. But we have the chance to saves lives. His family. My family. And so much more. But we need this gun to do it. I'm begging you. Please, just let us take it, for a few days."

He watched her carefully for a moment, and I guess it was the desperate look in her eyes and the way she pleaded, because he actually lowered his gun.

"Thank you." Liz gave him a quick and small smile before nodding to me.

The two of us started for the exit, but before leaving, I turned back to Daniel. "There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells."

"Never heard of them."

I gestured to the Colt in my hands. "That's where she'll be." With that, I followed Liz and left.

EPOV

"Mary!"

At the sound of Samuel yelling worriedly and desperately, Dean and rushed towards the front door of the Walsh's home. I nodded to the door, throwing it open right before we reached it.

Dean was in first, gun drawn. I was right behind him, coming to a standstill where he'd stopped. Standing in the living room was a man, with yellow eyes, holding Mary in front of him like a shield.

"Let her go!" Dean ordered.

But Yellow-eyes' attention was on the Colt, not on Dean's words. "Where'd you get that gun?"

Suddenly Mary elbowed Yellow-eyes and pushed him hard enough so that she could break free. Dean was ready, cocking the Colt, prepared to shoot. But a second before he got a chance, Yellow-eyes threw his head back, opened his mouth and exited the body he was possessing.

The body fell in a heap on the ground as black smoke rushed out the air vent in the wall.

Dean sighed in frustration, lowering the Colt. "Damn..."

...

I stood outside with Mary, my arm around her shoulders as I tried to comfort her. She was clearly freaked out from the whole experience. I know I hadn't exactly been all smiles and laughs after meeting my first demon.

"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked as he paced the sidewalk in front of Liddy Walsh's' house.

"I told you, just that he liked me." She paused and tensed before slowly looking at me with fear in her eyes. "What did he mean by that?"

Before I could answer, Samuel walked out of the house and towards us. "Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." He faced his daughter. "Are you okay?"

"No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?" She snapped as she pulled away from me and stormed over to her father's car.

Instead of following, Samuel watched his daughter as he spoke to Dean. "Nice job in there."

"I missed the shot." Dean sounded so disappointed in himself, and I understood why.

"Take the compliment, son." Samuel turned to him. "I'm saying that I was wrong about you."

Dean didn't say anything as he looked to Samuel, then to me, then to Mary as she sat in the truck, before turning back to Samuel. "We need to talk."

DPOV

Samuel sat at the dining room table in his home, Liz on his right as I stood at the window, looking out. I was on high alert. Yellow-eyes wasn't going to give up that easily. He'd come back for mum, eventually.

"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies," I told Samuel.

"What?" He turned in his chair to face me. "How do you know that?"

I pulled out dad's journal as I answered. "I just do, okay?"

"When?" he snapped.

"I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me."

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

I paused my reading and looked over at him. "No. Alright, listen to me." I moved to take the seat on Liz's other side. "Now, this is gonna sound a little... actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Mary is my mother."

"Excuse me?"

"And I am your grandson," I added. "And I know what the hell I'm talking about."

He looked at me, pulling back slightly as the disbelief in his eyes only grew. "You wanna run that by me again, son?"

Liz spoke up for the first time since coming back to the Campbell's. "My name is Elizabeth Rose Hart. I was born October 28th, 1983. This is Dean Winchester, born January 24th, 1979. His parents are Mary and John Winchester."

Looking from Liz to me, Samuel shook his head. "I don't have to listen to this."

I quickly went on, trying to convince him. "Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983, and I think that this... what happened tonight, I think this is the moment that 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 am asking you, please."

The look in his eyes changed a little. I think it was from the fact that the life of his daughter may be in danger, even if the chances of me being right and sane were incredibly small. But I was willing to play on that doubt, to string it into belief, because that's what I needed right now. I needed him to believe me. I needed his help.

"How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? We're not making this up, Samuel."

He ran a hand over his face."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 than you, son, but I believe you."

My whole body relaxed a little- but not entirely. "Thank you."

"Now how do we find this bastard?"

"Right here, the list." I opened dad's journal again, looking down at it.

"And with the Colt?" he asked.

I pulled it out of my jacket and laid it out on the table in front of me. "Yeah."

"Here, let me see it." He reached his hand out.

I hesitated and pulled it away from him slightly. "Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it."

He looked insulted. "I'm your grandfather."

"Nothing personal."

"Sure it is. Especially when it's me you're trying to kill." Samuel's eyes turned yellow.

Before Liz and I could even blink, our chairs were pulled along the ground and pushed against the wall where Yellow-eyes held us. I could barely move my head as I tried to struggle from the hold.

"Future boy and girl, huh?" Yellow-eyes stood and walked over to us. "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 mummy? That's why you came all this way, to see little old me?"

I glared at him, feeling all the rage I'd had for this bastard come right back up, as if it never left. "Oh, I came here to kill you."

"Hey, wait a minute." He leaned forward, resting his hands on the arms of my chair. "If that slut Mary's your mummy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?" Leaning forward, he sniffed my neck before pulling back. "No, not you. But you on the other hand..." He turned to grin at Liz.

She struggled as he pulled away from me and stepped over to stand in front of her chair which was mere inches from mine. But I was still stuck, just like her, and despite how close we were, there was nothing I could do to help.

"I can smell the power dripping off you." He leaned into her neck, taking a deep sniff. "Ripe like cherries," he moaned.

"Don't touch her!" I warned.

He turned his head to look at me, but stayed close to her. "Or what?" Looking to Liz again, he looked pleased. "If the others turned out half as power as you, I must have some strong kids on my hands. Means it all worked out." He pulled away from her. "After all, it's why I'm here."

She snarled at him. "You're a sick bastard. That's what you're doing here, making all these deals. You don't want their souls."

"No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like his mummy." He gestured to me.

"Why her? Why any of them?" I asked, needing to know what made our family different, what made him choose mum over others.

"Because they're strong. They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race. They're ideal breeders." When I frowned at him he rolled his eyes. "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." He grinned, and then turned to Liz. "You too. We could have some fun." Looking her up and down, he leaned in closer again.

She pulled away from him as much as she could. "Why make the deals if you're not taking their souls?" she asked quickly, to distract him.

He sighed and paused, only leaning in halfway towards her. "I need permission. I need to be invited, into their houses. I know, I know, the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. 'Cause you know what I'm gonna do to you? And your sibling?" he smirked over to me before focussing on Liz again. "I'm gonna stand over your crib and I'm gonna bleed into your mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals. It makes you big and strong."

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

"Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid."

"End game?" I asked. "What end game?"

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

"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you."

He scoffed, clearly not believing me. "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 that kills you."

He looked me in the eyes, and I wasn't too sure if he believed it or not, but he steered away from that conversation. "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." He pulled a knife from his belt. "Your Grandpappy." With a wink he then plunged the knife into his chest.

"No!" Deanna yelled from where she'd snuck into the dining room.

Yellow-eyes turned to her, seeing her hurrying for the Colt. He simply raised his hand and sent her flying across the room and into the kitchen. Liz and I struggled, watching him walk towards her and disappear around the corner.

A moment or two passed before we were released from the hold.

Leaping from our seats we ran for the kitchen, rushing around the corner. But as we rounded it, we came to a halt, finding Deanna on the floor with her neck broken. Yellow-eyes was nowhere to be seen.

I'd never had a chance to meet either grandparent before, and now they were gone before I'd even had a real chance to get to know them. No...

"Dean, your mum."

The pain I felt for the loss of Deanna was pushed to the side as my concern for my mum rose. "Mary!"

But there was no answer. She wasn't home.

EPOV

I sat next to Dean as he drove along the road, his feet pressed all the way down as he drove faster than I thought this car would go.

"Dean, if we can get him in a devil's trap I might be able to patch Samuel up. We don't know where Yellow-eyes stabbed him."

"Liz." Dean's jaw was tense, his grip on the steering wheel tight. "Samuel's gone. Deanna's gone. My parents are next. Yours too. I'm killing him."

There was no room for discussion, no place for me to argue. But I wanted to.

It's not like I wanted my family to die, but it's not like my life was horrible. I had Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Sam and Dean. I had Tristan. I could do things most people couldn't. I was a hunter, and had a life most people didn't even know existed. If we killed Yellow-eyes, I had no idea where that would leave me. I had no idea how much things would change, and if it would be for the better.

But Dean wanted- and I guess he needed- to do this. So, I would. For him. That's what you do for family, even though he may only be family for a moment or two longer.

DPOV

As I sped around the corner, the headlights of the car landed on Mary and Yellow-eyes as they kissed, while John was lying dead on the ground in Mary's lap.

We were too late. The deal had been made. But maybe, just maybe, I could still stop everything else from coming. If Yellow-eyes stilled died now, mum and dad could still be spared. They still might have a chance.

Stopping the car, I hurried out. "No!" Pulling the Colt out, I went to shoot.

Yellow-eyes pulled his head back and opened his mouth, black smoke coming out as the demon left Samuel's body with a scream.

As Samuel's corpse fell to the ground, Mary looked from her father then over to Liz and myself, looking so guilty. That was until John woke up, having come back to life. She turned and held her to him.

Everything in me broke. I'd failed. There was nothing I could do now. Yellow-eyes was gone and mum had made the deal. Everything was going to happen just like it had before.

A gentle hand landed on my shoulder.

I turned to see Castiel standing by my side. I knew this was it. I knew what this meant. It was time to go back. To go home.

EPOV

When we arrived back in our hotel room, back in the present, Dean and I woke up on his bed. I sat up and looked around, making sure everything was how we'd left it, and it was. Including Sam's perfectly made and empty bed.

"We couldn't stop any of it." Dean sat up as well, looking over at Castiel who stood in the middle of the room. "She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?"

"Don't be too hard on yourself." The angel's voice was so flat as he spoke, "You couldn't have stopped it."

Frowning, Dean stood. "What?"

"Destiny can't be changed, Dean." Castiel turned to face us then. "All roads lead to the same destination."

Dean shook his head. "Then why'd you send us back?"

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

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, Castiel looked over at Sam's empty bed.

I watched as Dean looked over at it as well, before turning back to the angel, worried for his brother. "Where's Sam?"

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

"Where's Sam?" Dean repeated.

"Dean..." I got off the bed and moved around towards him, "maybe-"

Castiel cut me off, "425 Waterman."

Grabbing his keys, Dean pointed to my leather jacket that sat on the couch. "Get it and let's go."

Once again there was no room for argument, so I did as I was told and followed him towards the door. But before we could leave, Castiel spoke again, his words stopping us.

"Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will."

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