Patrick sat on the stool with his beer in his hand. His head turns when he senses a familiar presence.

Rowena walks in wearing a purple dress that clung to her nicely revealing her curves. She had a black jacket over her shoulders and wore purple high heels.

Patrick blinks a few times. He is speechless.

Rowena approaches him. Her eyes sparkled and her lips form a smile. Patrick stands up and takes her hand.

"You look beautiful."

Rowena's smile widens.

"Thank you. You are looking good yourself."

"I always look good." He smirked. He removes her jacket and helps her sit down. He waves to the bartender. "Drink for this one."

"Shot please." Rowena says.

The bartender nods and pours her a drink. He slides the shot over to her. Rowena catches and knocks back the shot. Patrick looked at her with an amused expression causing her to roll her eyes.

"I needed it."

"Kid been giving you a headache."

"Dean." She waves her hand wanting a refill. "He is a mommy's boy."

"Dean Winchester." He scoffed.

"Certainty brought back some memories. I remember Fergus at that age. All I was doing was chasing him outside. Once he started using his legs the little bugger wouldn't stop constantly on the move." Patrick chuckles at that. "He would be rolling in the mud like a pig and walk in the house like it. Had footprints all over the floor." She knocks back her shot and shakes her head. "Used to drive me bloody insane."

"Kids." He laughed.

Rowena's face screws up as the image of a little boy with ginger curls appears in her mind. Patrick places his hand on her shoulder. He looks at her with a sympathetic expression.

"Its okay if you want to talk about it."

"Na I'm good." She straightens up and puts on a smile. "We're here to celebrate right?"

Patrick smiles but the concern remained in his eyes.

"Yes."

Rowena leans forward with a curious expression.

"So tell me your story."

Patrick raises his glass.

"I was kidnapped."

Mary pulls up outside the cabin. She sent Bobby a text to tell him she's on her way. She didn't mention Dean. She thought it would be better to explain that face to face.

Bobby is already standing at the door waiting for the huntress. Dean sinks in his seat suddenly becoming shy.

"Baby I want you to wait in the car okay?"

Mary gets out and greets Bobby with a smile.

"Mary."

"Bobby."

Mary wraps her arms around the hunter and gives him a hug.

"Been a while." Bobby says. "Everything alright?"

"Yes and no." Mary admitted with a sigh.

"That don't sound good." Bobby huffed.

Mary folds her arms.

"Something...happened...to Dean."

Bobby's eyes widen.

"Michael?"

"No...well yes...uh kinda."

"Mary I need a straight answer what the Hell is going on?"

Mary sighs.

"Dean you can come out sweetie."

The car door opens and a little head sticks out. Bobby narrows his eyes and then lets out a gasp as the little boy approaches them.

"Dean." Mary takes the boy's hand. "This is Bobby."

Dean looks up at the man.

"Hello." He spoke his voice quiet.

"That's Dean?" Bobby asks.

"Yes."

Bobby scratches his beard.

"I'll be damm." He mutters. "Well you both better come on in."

He lets the mother and son in.

"Sam calm down."

"She has Dean. Cas this is bad."

"Michael hasn't shown any signs that he's back."

"Knowing our luck he will be back. Mom taking Dean away is a perfect opportunity. Where the Hell is Rowena?"

"She's not here." Jack stated the obvious.

Sam runs his hand down his face in frustration.

"We gotta go to the cabin and I'm gonna tell Dean the truth."

"Sam we got to respect your mother's decision." Cas says.

"She's not gonna tell him. He has the right to know."

Sam couldn't take it anymore. The loss of the brotherly bond is killing him. He felt like he lost a part of himself. He couldn't function without him. Although the four year old Dean will not remember the years they had together at least he will know he has a brother. Sam can build up on that.

He understands how his mom is feeling. He wanted Mary to be their mom again but this was just too much. She is making a dangerous move taking Dean out into the outside world.

"We gotta go." Sam repeated.

Cas nods knowing deep down it is the right thing to do.

"Can I come?" Jack asks.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah. On the way I'm gonna see where Rowena is."

Sam gets out his phone and makes the call.

"...and that's it."

Rowena cocked her head. Her lips form into a grin.

"Pat you are a creative and wonderful man. Bats such a good idea...Not as good as the clap."

Patrick scoffs.

"That's number one darling."

The phone rings causing Rowena to sigh. She picks it up.

"Samuel." She huffed.

"Jealous boyfriend." He smirked.

She smacks his leg causing him to laugh. She presses decline and puts the phone on mute.

"Not having a Winchester ruin my fun." She says.

She knocks down her fifth drink and sways a little. Patrick grips on to her shoulders.

"Shall we go for a walk." He suggests.

She nods so Patrick helps her up and puts her jacket on.

They walk out of the bar.

"Well..." Bobby looks at the four year old version of the hunter sitting at the table coloring. "That's new."

"The spell has never been done to someone possessed." Mary explains.

"The spell has weakened Michael?"

"Yes."

"He can't do anything whatsoever?"

"No."

"Interesting."

"This gives me a chance to be a mom. I missed so much of my boys lives I feel like I barely know them." She smiles at Dean. "It's nice to see him stress free."

"He's been through a lot." Bobby agreed.

Mary did frown when Bobby continued staring at the kid. She brushed it off assuming he is in shock.

"Have you ate?" She asks.

"Uh no...not really not for a while."

"Bobby!"

"Busy haven't had the time."

Mary scolded at him.

"I'm gonna get you food. You need it."

"You don't have to."

"I will." She puts on her jacket. "Baby get ready."

"Hey its okay he can stay here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah you will be alright won't you tiger?"

Dean becomes shy again. Mary squats down and holds his hand.

"I won't be long. Bobby will look after you until I come back."

"Mommy."

Mary kisses his head and cups his cheeks.

"Its gonna be okay I promise."

Dean nods and looks at Bobby.

"Me be good for Bobby."

Bobby huffed a smile. Dean smiles back.

"I know you will be a good boy." Mary grinned.

She stands up and heads to the door.

"Bye baby."

"Bye mommy!"

Bobby lets the huntress out and closes the door. He looks out of the window and watches her drive off.

"So tiger what do you wanna do?" Dean shrugs. Bobby sits down. "You like hot chocolate?"

"Yes with marshmallows."

"Would you like one now?" Dean hesitated. "Hey your mom will be alright. She won't mind."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Dean thought about it for a few moments. He then nods.

"Okay."

Bobby pats the boy's shoulder and stands up.

"I'll be right back."

He heads into the kitchen.

Around ten minutes later Bobby appears at the doorway.

"One hot chocolate with marshmallows."

"Wow." Dean gasped at the sight.

Bobby grins and puts the mug down on the table .

"And."

He gets out a can of whipped cream and sprays on top of it. Dean's face lights up. Pie and hot chocolate on the same day.

This is the best day ever. He thought.

Dean gets cream on his nose. He giggles and licks it.

"Careful boy its hot." Bobby warned.

Dean continues his colouring and waits for the drink to cool down. Shortly after Dean gradually sips it and lets out a hmmm as the rich chocolate combined with marshmallow filled his mouth. After a few more sips Dean's eyes grew heavy. He let out a yawn and rubs his eyes trying hard to stay awake.

Bobby scoops the kid up and carries him into the bedroom. He carefully lays Dean down and puts the blanket over him. Soft snores come from the kid causing Bobby to smile.

"Good night tiger."

Inside Dean went exploring again. He walks through the black void. He sees the familiar sign he has seen so many times in his dreams.

Rocky's Bar

Dean promised his mom he wouldn't go but he had to. He wanted to know what is going on. Sometimes it is best to confront the situation head on instead of avoiding it.

Dean presses his face to the window and looks in. The room is empty. The man in his dreams is not there.

Then a bang causes Dean to jump back. Michael is suddenly at the window staring at the hunter with hatred in his eyes.

Dean goes closer and puts his hands on the glass. He puts on the most cutest smile.

Michael's face screws up with confusion by the hunter's reaction.

"Hi." Dean beamed. "I'm Dean."

"I know." Michael responded with a frown.

Dean moves his hand to where Michael's was.

"You are not alone." Dean says.

"I gathered." Michael huffed.

I'm stuck with you. He thought.

"I'll be your friend." Dean says.

Michael is taken back by surprise. He tries to cover it up with a scoff.

"Oh kid you have no idea."

"You're hurt, lonely." Dean says. "Me see."

Michael sighs. All this curse has done is revealed his weak spots. He wanted to mock the kid, taunt him. He wanted Dean to fear him. A voice at the back of his mind said no. Children was Michael's area. He used to love children. Part of him held back not wanting to hurt the child.

This child is Dean Winchester. He growled.

"You do not know me." He growled at the kid.

"I do."

"You don't. Now go."

"Michael." Dean replied his voice small. His wide eyes express concern.

"GO!" Michael pounds the glass causing Dean to back away. Michael's expression darkens. "I will never be friends with a human."

Dean's face screws up and tears roll down his cheeks. Michael turns away he didn't want to look.

Then pain shoots through him.

Michael collapses and clutches on to his chest. Blood soaks his shirt.

What?

He hears a cry. He turns round and sees Dean on the ground. Michael spots the blood pouring out of Dean.

"Dean."

Michael drags himself to the window.

Dean laid still on the ground, his mouth hung open. His eyes are glass like.

Michael's eyes widen.

"Dean."

"DEAN!"

Mary walks in with bags of food.

"Bobby."

She puts the bags down on the table.

"Dean."

Mary notices the bedroom door is open. She walks in.

"Hey guys I'm back..."

She stumbles back against the wall. Her hand goes on her mouth.

She sees Bobby standing with an angel blade in his hand.

On the bed is her son. He is surrounded by blood.

No sign of life came from the little boy.

He is dead still.

"Mary."

Mary's eyes go on the older hunter.

Bobby lowers his blade.

"I'm sorry."