After a few minutes Sam stumbled downstairs, eyes squinting and rubbing at the mess that was his hair. He paused in the doorway at the sight of them and then gave a small smile, coming into the kitchen completely. "Morning."

"Morning." Mary and Dean said in unison, watching Sam. He glanced at them for a moment before looking at the counter where the coffee machine was still working.

"You can have coffee Sam, it's your home too." Mary told him, seeing a bit of relief on his face for a moment before he went over to it, rummaging for a moment before he pulled out a cup and filled it with coffee which he drank deeply from.

"How'd you sleep?" Mary asked, tightening Johns robe around her.

"Better than I have in a while." Sam said quietly, refilling his cup and leaning against the counter. "A long while."

Mary nodded, an almost fond look on her face. "Yeah I remember that." she said softly. "Lots of sleepless nights when you're hunting."

"Lot more now than before." Sam said softly, swirling the coffee in his cup before drinking again.

Mary looked up at him questioningly at that. "What do you mean?"

Sam didn't answer for a few moments. "Lots of different things have happened in the last few years." he finally said.

Dean was about to question him when he heard Johns car and the gravel outside crunch as the car parked outside the garage. It took a few moments but John came inside, carrying a multitude of bags in his arms. He stopped and blinked when he saw that they were all awake and in the kitchen but then came in to put the bags on the table.

"Morning dad." Dean said, lifting his cup in greeting which Sam copied as well.

"Morning boys." John said, looking them over and lingering on Sam, who glanced up at John for a moment before looking away. "I got...stuff."

Mary had been busy taking everything out of the bags and setting it down onto the counter to be put away, looking everything over. "Sam you want breakfast?

"No thanks." Sam said softly. "I'm not...used to eating breakfast, I usually skip it, so just coffee is fine for now."

John looked worried for a moment but Mary just nodded, stacking the boxes on the counter. Once she was done putting everything away she fidgeted and then took another cup of coffee.

"Alright." she said, going back to the kitchen table and sitting. She motioned with her finger for everyone to sit down, there were still four chairs there even after all this time. "Now, we're all rested up and caffeinated, we can focus and talk."

Sam looked uncomfortable, shifting in his seat and gripping the cup tightly. He took a deep breath and looked out the window. "Back to Azazel, the kids he was kidnapping and making us," he closed his eyes and cracked his neck from side to side. "He was looking for a specific kid, a leader he said."

"A leader for what?" John asked, starting to get up multiple times before sitting down again, obviously wanting to move around but remain with the others at the same time.

"A demonic army that he was planning on releasing to the world." Sam said, fingers aimlessly moving over the cup rim and handle. "We got tricked into opening a hell's gate, an opening to hell that was preventing hundreds upon hundreds, if not thousands, of demons from coming to earth."

Mary let out a deep breath, both hands curled around the cup as she tried to steady herself. "All those demons freed." she said. "Back when I hunted, it was rare to find two demons a year at the most. Most hunters didn't ever run into a demon during their lifetime."

"It's become a lot more common now, a lot more omens, a lot more death, a lot more demons." Sam said softly. "Worst was when they possessed people we knew."

"So demons possess people? Like...in Ghost?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

A corner of Sams mouth lifted at that. "Yeah kinda like in Ghost." he agreed. "Except a hell of a lot worse."

"So hell on earth, demons everywhere, people are being possessed." John counted off. "Where is this going? What are they doing? What happened to this Azazel?"

A small smile appeared on Sams face but Dean felt chilled at the sight of it. There was no humor, no light in that smile. He could almost call it predatory.

"I killed him." Sam said simply. "I managed to find a way to trap him and kill him. But it was too late, he had already gotten what he wanted."

"So the army of hell is on earth with no leader?" Mary asked.

"They technically have a leader, the leaders just not taken up the mantle and as a result the demons are loose and uncontrolled, doing whatever they want." Sam told them.

"Well then who the hell is their leader supposed to be?" John demanded.

"Me."

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