Dean and John were both looking at Mary, not really understanding what she had said. Sam was looking as well but he didn't look surprised. He knew about it, Dean realized with a jolt.

"Did you know?" Dean asked his brother who glanced up at him and then looked away. At the same time John asked, "What are you talking about?"

Sam and Mary looked at one another, wordlessly talking to one another, and then Mary sighed, bringing her hands up to rub at her eyes.

"It's a very long story." Mary said softly. "It's...basically speaking. My family comes from a long line of hunters. According to my dad we have ancestors on the Mayflower, that's how far back we can trace it and every generation was a hunter."

"Hunting is...a lifestyle, it wasn't a choice, it was already made for us." Mary continued. "I fought with my parents, a lot, about that. Because I didn't want to be a hunter, I didn't want to raise my future kids as hunters, always needing to look over their shoulder, never being safe. But..." she trailed off, looking at Sam again who was looking to the side.

"Stuff happened mom." Sam said softly. "I've made my peace with it."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" John asked, leaning towards her, reaching to take her hand in his. His hand was shaking slightly Dean noted but he gripped at Mary's hand tightly. "Mary?"

"I didn't want you to know." Mary whispered. She gripped back at his hand just as tightly. "I wanted to leave all that behind, I didn't want to have anything to do with that life anymore. I was...I was running away and I didn't want to look back."

"Mom." Sam said quietly, getting her attention back on him. "Tell him about the other part."

At that Mary looked a bit confused, straightening up as she looked at him. "The other part?"

"The real beginning, when it all started." Sam told her, a pained look on his face. He had such an apologetic look on his face, sorrow lining every part of him as he spoke. "Azazel."

Mary froze at the name, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. "Azazel?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Who's Azazel?" John immediately asked, looking between them. He looked panicked and stricken, he tightened his grip on Mary's hand. "Mary? Talk to me, please."

"Azazel...is a demon." Mary whispered, her body slowly starting to shake as she stared at Sam. "He...he had..."

"You want me to tell it?" Sam offered her, leaning back in his seat tiredly. For the first time Dean noticed the bags under his eyes and a corner of his mind wondered when the last time Sam had slept was.

"How can you know it?" Mary asked, her voice still just barely more than a whisper. "Its...it all happened years ago."

Sam was quiet for a moment. "I time traveled." he told them, and it was just as ridiculous as demons being real. His cell phone buzzed for a moment and he glanced down at it, looking at the text. "I time traveled and I saw...a lot of things."

"But if you saw it happen, why didn't you stop it?" Mary asked, a strange emotion in her voice that rose slightly.

"Because I had no idea what I was seeing, I was just kinda...thrust into it and I saw it. It was shown to me so that I could understand what had happened, not so that I could change it." Sam told them. "But I was there and I saw everything."

He cleared his throat and started to talk. "Azazel was a demon, a powerful one, that was making deals with humans. Demon deals usually end with the human being dragged to hell in ten years after the agreement. But Azazel was making deals with the end result of just wanting to come into their house in ten years, not for their soul. Because of that he managed to make a lot of deals with a lot of people."

Slowly Sam swiped open his phone and answered the text, using only one thumb to type it out. "Mom was a hunter back then so she and her dad went to go and find him, not realizing he was a demon at first because...well...you don't fuck with demons. Not much can kill them."

"You did." Dean injected, speaking for the first time in what felt like forever. "You killed one. Back at the warehouse." seeing their parents confused look at him he quickly added. "I'll tell you after him."

"I've found ways to kill them." Sam said softly. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a knife with a wooden handle. The metal caught the light and Dean saw what looked like runes etched into the blade. "This is called a Kurdish knife, it can kill demons and a lot of other things."

He put the knife back into his jacket. "So mom tried to attack him and well...he liked it. He liked her and he wanted to make a deal with her. But mom would never, no hunter ever would, so he...forced her hand."

Sam looked up at their dad and Dean felt a small shiver go down his back at the sorrow look in Sams eyes. "He snapped your neck dad." he said softly.

John stiffened and Dean saw his hand start to go up to his neck. "He...what?" he asked. He himself was having a bit of trouble breathing after that.

"He snapped your neck." Sam repeated. "Right in front of mom to force her to make a deal with him. Your life for entry into her hours in ten years."

"How could I not take it?" Mary whispered, staring at the ground, shaking slightly. Her head was bowed but Dean could see a few tears falling down her cheeks. "You were dead, right in my arms, and I was...I couldn't handle it. Even if he wanted my soul I would've done it."

"Mary." John whispered, his voice cracking as he reached for her. Mary did the same, holding onto him with everything she had, her shoulders almost heaving in sobs.

Sam and Dean looked away from them, trying to give them a bit of privacy together. Dean got up and went to the kitchen to quickly rummage for tissues and a few bottles of water for everyone. Handing those out he sat back down, waiting for everything to calm back down to speak.

"So he forced mom to make a deal." Dean said, staring at his hands on his lap. "And it was to come into her house in ten years?"

Sam nodded, rolling his bottle of water in his hands, he had already drained half of it. "Yeah." he said quietly, watching their parents. They had managed to calm down a bit but were holding onto one another, red eyed and shaking slightly.

Dean was suddenly brought back to that night when Sam had disappeared, they had looked like this back then too, and he quickly took another swing of water, wishing it was something alcoholic.

"Do you know what he wanted?" Mary asked, her voice low and broken. She cleared her throat and sipped her water. "Or what he did?"

"Yeah." Sam said once more, fingers tugging at the wrapper on the bottle. "He wanted to get to me."

"What do you mean he wanted to get to you?" Mary asked, horror creeping into her voice. "Sammy what did he do?"

Sam didn't answer for a moment, eyes downward. "He's the reason I had those visions, he made sure that I got those powers. He was," he took a deep breath. "He was creating a small army of, he called them, special children. Each one was the child of someone he made a deal with and each one had a power. Later on he took a group of kids to a place, away from everything, away from people. And he forced them to fight until one person remained." he finally tore at the wrapper on the bottle and pulled it away.

"Then when one person is left, another group would be brought and it all starts all over again." Sam said, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned back into his seat once more.

"Did he try to do that with you?" John asked, his voice clear that he wasn't sure he wanted to hear what his answer was.

Sam didn't say anything, he just nodded.

"What happened?"

Sam was quiet, eyes withdrawn and slumped in his seat as he stared at the ground. "I'm here, aren't I?"

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