Dean took his own car back to his apartment to grab a few things, shoving them haphazardly into his duffel bag. He grabbed his chargers, spare clothes, and whatever cash he had in the apartment. Checking to make sure he had his wallet and credit card he went into his bedroom, sliding his bottom drawer on the nightstand open.

Reaching into it he slowly took out the knife he kept there. It had been a present from his dad once he moved out and started living on his own. He had called it a hunting knife, it was long and sharp enough to properly defend himself with if he had to.

He put it into the duffel bag as well and went to his kitchen, grabbing a few water bottles and snacks to tide himself over for the time being. Stepping back he looked around his apartment once more, having a sinking feeling about leaving it like this, before he turned and went downstairs.

He could hear is parents car, the old black Chevy impala that Dean had always loved, even before he went outside. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, still beautiful and gleaming in the sunlight almost blinding. Mary was in the driver's seat, she tended to drive a bit too fast and tough, and she waved at him.

Dean smiled at them and crossed over, leaning down to talk to them through the window John brought down.

"Your mom says that we're going to go straight there." John told him. "Five and a half hours if no traffic."

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath. "Guess we better get going." he said simply.

John nodded as well. "Sure you don't want to ride with us?"

"I'm sure." Dean confirmed. He patted the side of the car. "I'm ready." He walked away and got into his car, throwing his bag into the backseat. He backed out of the parking lot and watched his mom do the same, following her onto the road.

He felt his stomach tighten and he gripped at the steering wheel, trying to remain calm .

They didn't speak for a few minutes as she got them on the highway, tightening and loosening her grip on the steering wheel.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" John asked, finally breaking the silence. They had this conversation on and off for the past day, never able to really start talking about it, especially not with Sam and Dean inches away.

Now that they had a few hours alone in the car together, it was a perfect time to talk.

"No." Mary said simply, tightening her grip. "it's not something I ever wanted to talk about ever again.I wanted to get away from it and getting away from it...meant not talking about it."

"Seems like a pretty big thing not to talk about." John said, staring out the window but watching her reflection in the glass. "Supernatural monsters? Really?"

"Really." Mary said softly. "It's a more dangerous world out there than you know John, and I'm sorry that you have to be a part of it now."

John clenched his fists tightly before he reached out and took her hand in his, holding onto it tightly and entwining their fingers together.

Mary gripped back just as desperately, taking a deep breath.

"Did you know? About Sam?" John asked her, it had been the question that bothered him the most for the past night. He felt a wave of relief when Mary shook her head.

"I had no idea, not from the nightmares, not to this, not until he told us." she said softly. "If I'd have known, I would've done things a lot differently."

John nodded, squeezing her fingers. "This...Singer that we're going to." he said slowly. "Who is he?"

"Bobby Singers an old...I want to say friend, it's complicated." Mary said, searching for the right words to say. "Years back his wife got possessed by a demon and he managed to get rid of the demon but doing so killed his wife and he was thrust into the supernatural world. My family..." she shook her head. "We were a bit infamous in the hunters circles so I was sent to him, another hunter...Rufus I think, asked us to."

"I pretty much trained him up, he was a Vet like you so he knew how to fight and how to shoot a gun." Mary continued. "I just gave him the extra education, taught him how to kill certain monsters, and everything else in between. Taught him how to read between the lines, pointed him in the right direction, and last I heard he was doing more research than actual hunting."

"Research?"

"Lots of people can't really remember everything, there's a lot out there, so sometimes they need someone to call and learn about what they're hunting and how to kill it." Mary told him. "Or alibis, or a thousand other things."

"Alibis?" John asked, raising an eyebrow at that.

Mary gave him a wry grin. "Let's just say...hunting sometimes requires certain identifications to be used improperly and at times someone needs to pretend to be certain people of power."

Mary laughed at the look on his face. "Its not legal what hunters do." she told him. "There's a lot of loopholes they need to jump over and avoid, and a lot of times they get arrested."

John nodded slowly, trying to wrap his mind around it. "And you used to do all of this," he said.

"I didn't go impersonating that many people, we had a home base so we couldn't dare let it get back to us." Mary said. "But yeah, whenever I had to, I did."

John breathed out slowly, rubbing his thumb over her hand. "I...I don't know what to say." he said quietly. "I have...so many questions but I don't even know where to start."

"Just ask as they come to you, I'll answer whatever you want to know." Mary said, turning to smile at him for a moment before turning back to the road.

John tried to think about his next question, and he knew that it was a ridiculous question to ask but at the same time, it was bothering him. He was a man and a husband, he just needed to know.

"Who is Bobby Singer, really?" he asked, already feeling how ridiculous it was.

Mary glanced at him. "I just told you, he's a hunter I trained and as far as I remembered he's a researcher now."

John shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Yeah but...what else?"

Mary was quiet for a moment before he realized she was shaking lightly. He looked at her and stared at her as she shook, biting her lip to stifle any laughter as she drove the car.

"Are you asking if there was something romantic between me and Bobby Singer?" she asked, laughter escaping her despite her attempts to control it.

John relaxed but nodded. "I just want to know." he defended.

At that Mary started to laugh out loud, bringing her knee up to guide the steering wheel as she wiped at her eyes. "Oh my god, no, there was nothing romantic happening between me and him." she told him, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Besides, I already had my fella at the time."

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