"Dean, why are we doing this now? Dad will get mad if he finds us not in bed when he gets back from the hunt." Dean glanced over his shoulder to his scared little brother. Sam was just 8 and was still scared of what John might do if he knew that Dean was taking risks to get answers to questions he couldn't ask John.

"Sammy, I promise if Dad walks in that door right now," he turned to look at his brother and rolled his eyes. "Which, let's be honest, I highly doubt he'll be walking through that door any time soon, I'll take all the heat for this. I think we need to get some answers for WHY Dad is so obsessed with finding this demon. Maybe WE can get the answers he needs and then maybe we can have a normal life? You know a house with friends and a normal school." Dean was trying to sound hopeful to keep Sam calm. He would do anything to protect his little brother from anything, even an angry John Winchester. He smiled at Sam as he seemed to relax a little bit. "Ok Sammy, come over here and hold the opal while I clean the mirror." He handed Sam the stone as he washed the mirror with the clear river water and an Egyptian cotton towel. Once he was finished, the mirror shone brighter than he had ever seen one before. "Ok Sammy now hold the opal here as I say the spell." Sam nodded as he scooted next to his big brother. Dean leaned over and gave him a brotherly hug. "Ok clear minds, Sammy. Here we go… Come to me all spirits of Family, friends and ones I loved or who have loved me, Tell what I need to know, Tell me all before you go."

The boys sat there and watched the mirror as the mist started to form in the reflection. Dean was really hoping to see his mom again but the face that appeared was much older. She blinked at the boys before smiling at them. "Well if it's not the Winchester boys." While neither boy knew who the woman looking back at them was, they smiled back at her. "It's so nice to finally meet you both. I'm your grandmother." Both of the boys glanced at each other, shocked. They had never met or even heard about any other family other than John and Mary. "Oh you don't know me. I'm your father's mom. My name's Millie. I guess that's what you'll have to call me since I don't have a grandmother's name from you both." She seemed to get a little sad when she said that.

Sam spoke up first. "It's nice to meet you, Granny. Dad's told us all about you."

She smiled sweetly at him. "My sweet boy, you aren't very good at lying." She winked at him as she laughed. "But thank you for that. I'm sure that your father hasn't said anything about me or your grandfather because we weren't a very good memory for him. His father left us for a secret meeting and never came home and I was destroyed after that. I threw myself into my work to not be reminded that," she shrugged. "Well we thought he had run off with some floozy but I found out once on the other side that he had not run off."

Dean glanced over his shoulder nervously. "Granny, I hate to be like this. While the history lesson about the Winchesters is great, we're in a time crunch here." She nodded as he took a deep breath. "Do you have any answers that we could use in hunting the demon that killed mom?"

She smiled as she looked at Dean. "Please don't look scared, Dean. I promise he won't be upset with you." She watched as Dean did not relax when she said that. "I'm sorry to say that I don't have any information on the yellow eyed demon. I have spoken to your mother's parents and I know that your mother made a deal to save my John but she didn't have a choice. None of us did. This destiny has been fated for eons and we're all just pawns in the game, characters in the book of this life." She heard Dean sigh, defeated by what she was saying. "Please don't worry, Dean. While I don't have the answers you're looking for exactly, I do need to tell you and Sam that we need you to play your parts in this life."

Sam tugged on Dean's shirt to get his attention. He tapped out the word LYING on his thigh in morse code. Dean nodded, closing his eyes. "You're right, Granny. Sam and I need to play our parts and be obedient just like Dad has always stressed to us. Thank you for all the information you've given us." He smiled as he dropped the mirror in the holy water in the tub. The face of their grandmother twisted into a horrid demon. "Well there you truly are, bastard."

"What the hell is going on? How am I burning in this mirror?"

Dean flipped the mirror to show the demon the water in the tub. "John Winchester didn't raise morons, asshole. We knew that while we were asking for our family to come through that hellbeasts like you might come through instead and try to twist us or get us to do what YOU want us to do." He held the mirror under the water, hearing the demon scream as Sam stifled a giggle. Dean flipped over the mirror to see a tired, wet demon staring back at him. "Are you mad yet?" The demon just stared back at the boys. "That's what I thought so take this message back to your boss…The Winchesters will not be told what to do or how they need to act. This is our lives, not a game you're playing or a show you're watching. Now LEAVE here! You are no longer invited here!" As Dean watched the demon leave the mirror, he waited before he turned on the lights in the bathroom. Dean ran out the front door of the motel room, holding the now empty mirror, watching as the last of the black smoke disappeared from the glass. He ran out to the edge of the parking lot and threw the mirror as hard as he could on the curb, shattering the mirror into a thousand pieces. He heard Sam running up behind him. "Don't run up here if you didn't put your shoes on. There is glass everywhere." He turned to see Sam standing in the parking lot in just his night clothes. "Well, that didn't go the way I planned." Sam shook his head as Dean sighed. "I'm so glad we listened to that red headed witch who gave us the spell. She said that messing with this spell might summon a demon rather than who we wanted."

He walked back to Sam and started to guide him back to the room. "I'm glad that we decided to make a bathtub full of holy water for the just-in-case situation but we can't tell Dad that we did that."

Dean shook his head as they got back to the room. "No, he would probably get really mad if he knew I tried to get answers for him without him asking for us to do it. Oh and also for summoning a demon by accident." They locked the door behind themselves and flopped on the sofa. "You ok, Sammy?"

Sam gave Dean a weak smile as he nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm ok. I guess I hoped that it really was our grandmother but…"

"Yeah, I was hoping that she was who she said she was but you figured out she wasn't Granny before I did." Dean smiled at Sam. "I'm so proud of you for catching that. What did she say that triggered you?"

"First, she said that Dad would not get mad at us." He shook his head. "We know that he would be furious if he found us doing what we were doing. Second, she made sure we knew we were supposed to 'play our part.' I honestly don't think that ANY Winchester would ever tell one of us to do that. Dad stresses for us to follow our guts and I know my guts always tells me to NOT do what everyone around me THINKS I should do. We're Winchesters and we don't fit the mold of the normal guys." Sam glanced over at Dean. "Also wasn't it kind of strange that she knew our names and stuff about Mom when I'm almost completely sure that she never met Mom?"

Dean motioned for Sam to get into his bed and tucked him in. "Don't let anyone ever tell you that you aren't the smartest Winchester ever." Sam smiled at his big brother. "Ok, you get some sleep as I clean up the bathroom before Dad gets home. Tomorrow is Saturday so I think I promised to take you to the arcade and to get ice cream, didn't I?" Sam nodded as he started to close his eyes. "Ok, as soon as we know Dad is back safe, we can go wash our clothes and then we have the whole afternoon to play. I got a whole bag of quarters squirreled away just for tomorrow." He kissed Sam's forehead as he walked into the bathroom. He stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed again as he tried to force a smile as he shut the door. "She had you conned, Winchester. It took your little brother to see through that demon's bullshit. You wanted to believe that she was telling you the truth so badly. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're not soft like that. You don't need validation from some sweet old woman." He shook his head as he unplugged the tub and let the water drain out. "You're so fucking stupid, Winchester. Don't you know that you're just supposed to be a good little soldier and take care of Sammy? That is your…"

The door opened to Sam standing there. "That's not your job, Dean." Dean stood there stunned at Sam. "I wish whoever told you that you are nothing more than a YES MAN would get a rash in their butthole."

"Whoa Sammy! Now I think you took that too far!" Dean laughed as he put his arm around his little brother leading him back to his bed. "No one needs a rash in their butthole. I mean that just sounds horrible." He tucked Sam back into bed before crawling into the other bed. He laughed again as he thought about Sam cursing someone with a rash for making him think that he was no better than a babysitter. "Ok, now we're both going to sleep and dreaming of video games and chocolate ice cream. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like a great day with my big brother."

Dean smiled as he closed his eyes. "Damn right it does!" He takes one last quick glance over at Sam to see his brother's eyes are closed and his breathing has slowed to a sleep pace. "Good night, Sammy." He closed his eyes and fell asleep.