Warnings: It will probably get a little emotional

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Cas wasn't answering. The one time that Dean needed him to show up and he wouldn't even answer him. Dean wanted to punch something, mainly Cas, but he needed to keep his cool. The roles had been revered on them just a year ago, when he met with Eliot Ness. Of course though, Sam hadn't found out that his brother was dead through a newspaper article.

Dean had no leads except for a ghost with random bouts of silence.

He walked back into the motel room. Part of him secretly kept hoping that Sam would just show up. But that would make things easy and the universe wasn't really known for giving the Winchester's a break. Dean threw all his stuff down on the table and went to get a beer from the fridge. He glanced over at the laptop, seeing it on and working just fine.

"I freakin' hate you." He grumbled at the piece of technology before sipping his beer. He set down in front of the offending object before starting in on more research. He had tried to get Cas's attention, but still no answer. He shouldn't be surprised though. Cas always seemed to disappear when Dean or Sam needed him the most.

But at least now he could learn about everything from the comfort of a motel room. And boy, was Wikipedia his best friend. He knew that it wasn't always the most reliable source, but it was a lot easier to read than other sites were.

But after an hour or so of searching, all he had to show for it was what he had seen in the newspaper back at the library. He leaned back in his chair, ready to give up. But that's when he spotted a link on his web browser.

Holly Widow to visit Clear Lake.

"Son of a bitch." Dean grumbled. He looked at the time and place. Today at the Fieldstone Park, in one of the insulated buildings. There was some sort of dedication or luncheon or something. Dean didn't really care. But if she was here, and she was alive back then, then maybe she could give him some answers about Sam. He jumped back up and grabbed his jacket. He didn't care if he was tired or anything like that. Sam was on the only thing on his mind, and if this woman had some answers, then he was going to be there.

Maria Santiago-Holly set at a table while everyone chatted around her. She was ready to go back home. She felt so alone anymore. Everyone that she talked to back then was gone. Buddy. Waylon. Sam. God she missed them. She had kept in touch with Waylon for awhile, since he knew what she was going through. But he became a big star and had to keep his hunters life separate from the spotlight. Then he died in 2002 and anyone who knew her secret was gone. Buddy never knew, and Maria was sure he would have laughed if she had told him. But then again, maybe not. He did propose to her on their first date.

She seemed lost in her own world when a young man approached her table. He looked down at his phone then up at her, like he was making sure it was the right person. He approached her, having some bad experience with older woman before. He just hoped she wasn't the type that "Slept with her peepers open".

"Ms. Holly?" Dean asked. Maria looked up at him, her eyes widening ever so slightly. "You don't know me, but my name is Dean…"

"Winchester." She said.

"How did you…"

"You look just like your picture." Maria said, cutting Dean off. She saw the look on his face. "I think you and I need to talk." She stood up slowly, her stiff joints protesting the whole way. She took her cane that was leaning against the table. "I need some air." She said in case anyone around her table was listening. She started to head to the door, waving for Dean to follow her.

It was chilly outside as Maria and Dean walked out of the warm building. She looked up at the grey sky, like she was expecting something. Dean stood there awkwardly. What did she want to say to him out here that she could say in there.

"Buddy adored your brother." She told him before walking along. It wasn't hard for Dean to keep up with her. "A lot of people did. Myself included."

"That doesn't surprise me." Dean told her. She smiled.

"Sam and I had a lot in common. It was nice finally having someone to talk to that could understand what I was going through." She led him to a gazebo and set down on one of the benches. Dean set down beside her.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. Maria smiled fondly, remembering.

"You must know that your brother disappeared, or you wouldn't be asking about him." She said. "And you must know where he ended up, or you wouldn't be here talking to me. Unless you were just a big fan of my husband." Dean did the math then. Her and Sam had a lot in common. Dean knew that Sam had been sent back in time…

"You're a time traveler?" Dean asked.

"I guess that's what you can call it." Maria said. "More like I was taken from my time and forced into a new one. I was twenty-two went I was taken." Dean set there for a second, taking it all in. She could be tricking him, but he seriously doubted it. He wasn't getting any evil vibes off of her.

"Okay, so there's something out there sending people back to the 50's?" Dean asked.

"It's a demon." Maria said, matter of factly. Dean just stared at her. "I'm assuming if Sam knows about that kind of stuff, you do too." Dean just blinked. How was he supposed to react to this? A woman he had only met five minutes ago knew his brother, claimed to be a time traveller that was snagged by a demon, and knew that he was a hunter. What the hell was going on?

"I need you to tell me everything." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Maria asked.

"I need any details that you can give me so I can get my brother back." Dean told her. Maria just shook her head. "What?"

"You can't get him back." She told him. "I tried for years to get back to my time, and the only way I did was by growing old. And Sam got on that plane with Buddy, Ritchie, and JP." He could see the tears coming. "I watched as Buddy taught him to use the drum kit, and Sam took good care of the instruments for him…"

"You don't understand," Dean said, staring Maria down. "I am getting my brother back. There's no can't or anything like that. Sam is coming home." Maria nodded, looking down at her hands. She wished that he little sister had cared as much about her as Dean did Sam. But as far as she knew, her sister probably hated her. She didn't realize she was crying then until Dean placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." She whispered. But Dean could tell she was lying.

"Yeah, sure." He laughed some. "You're as bad as Sam about hiding your emotions. Now spill."

"I just...I knew what was going to happen to him and I didn't stop it." She confessed. Dean knew then that she wasn't talking about Sam. She was talking about her husband. "I knew he was going to die and I did nothing! I let him go. I let him and Ritchie and JP get on that plane and...and…" She covered her face.

"You did what you had to do." Dean said. "If you had stopped him, you might have changed history for the worst."

"Don't you think pulling Sam from the past will hurt things then?" Maria asked. Dean shook his head no. "Why?"

"Because I know he's not supposed to be there. And I'm going to bring him back." Dean had to smile. He was doing what he was supposed to be doing. Protecting Sam. "Now, you said it was a demon?"

"Yes." Maria wiped her eyes. "He came to see me and he left the smell of sulfur. And Waylon knew what it was. He said that the smell was all over the crash site too. And when he buried Sam, he said it was on his clothes. Waylon knew what he was talking about."

"Okay so this Waylon guy said it was a demon and you believe him?" Dean asked.

"I did some research on my own." Maria said. "I might have been used to computers starting to enter society, but I still knew how to read journals and books. Waylon and I figured it out with all the clues that we both had. The sulfur, the black eyes…"

"Okay, well that makes more sense then." Dean said. "You probably should have added the black eyes."

"I didn't think of it." She rested a hand on her stomach, thinking back. "He came to see me, wearing a face that looked slightly like Buddy. He said he was an interviewer, but then he looked at my stomach and his eyes flashed black for a moment. I found out after Buddy and Sam died that he knew I was pregnant."

"The demon killed your baby?" Dean asked. He knew demons were cruel, but killing an unborn baby of a woman who just lost her husband?

"Technically." Maria said. "I'm a firm believer that he caused the plane to crash. And that killed Buddy. I found out he had died while listening to the radio and it caused me to have a miscarriage. So, in turn, the demon killed my baby." Dean stood up.

"I'm going to fix this, I promise." He looked around at the cold and lonely park. "Do you happen to know a name or anything?"

"Uh, I can't remember." Maria sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You've helped quite a bit." Dean said. He knelt in front of her and took her hands. "I will fix this Maria. I might not be able to bring your husband back, but I can kill the demon that took him and your baby away from you." Maria nodded and wiped her eyes. Dean stood up and left, ready to get to work. Maria set there for a minute before she heard someone calling for her. She hoped that Dean was right about everything.

The doors to the museum unlocked and swung open. A man not much older than Sam walked in, looking around. He had gotten a call about a possible breakin the night before, but he had denied having the police investigate. Instead, he decided to look into it himself. And sure enough, that guitar laid on the ground, just the way he figured it would be.

"Oh, what have you been up to you naughty boy?" The man asked. He looked around. "Ritchie, I'm talking to you." The jukebox kicked on then, the haunting opening guitar chords of Duane Eddy's "Rebel Rouser" filling the empty building. "Ritchie…"

"Go away Corson." Ritchie growled as he materialized. "Leave me alone."

"You don't make the rules here kid." Corson said, his eyes flashing black. "Who was here last night? I know it wasn't any of your friends, because all your friends are dead."

"Shut up." Ritchie hissed. Corson laughed.

"I think I hit a nerve." Corson said. He sniffed the air. "This place reeks of Winchesters." He closed his eyes, like he was focusing. "Ah yes. I see what happened." He laughed.

"Leave them alone." Ritchie said. Corson shook his head.

"They played with my toys. I don't like that." He pulled out his phone and scrolled through some news articles. "Ah. Little Sam. He paid the price for their meddling." Ritchie looked away.

"They will beat you." He said. Corson had a big smile on his face.

"I'd love to see them try." He said. He put his phone away and picked up the discarded guitar. He dusted it off. "One of them is already getting what he deserves. The other one will get it next." He looked back over at Ritchie. "I think you can go hide now." With that, he snapped his fingers, making Ritchie disappear. Corson took to sweeping up the broken glass, planning on what to do when he met the eldest Winchester.