"I made a deal with him to bring back your father," Mary said.

Dean almost wanted to laugh. But he didn't. "You sold your soul? When?"

"1973. But not my soul. He said he would come by the house for something I wouldn't miss and if he wasn't disturbed nobody would be hurt," Mary explained.

"And you believed him?" Dean yelled in a rage. He had done some stupid things in his day, but to make an unknown deal with a demon? That was crazy even for him.

"Your father was dead. He had killed my parents. I was all alone and desperate," Mary said. As the years had gone by, she had begun to believe that nothing bad had come of that deal. That maybe the demon was back in Hell or that it had forgotten all about her.

"Well, I think you sold Sam," Dean told her harshly. He didn't mean to be mad at his mother, but he couldn't help it.

"There wouldn't be a Sam if I hadn't," Mary defended herself.

"Do you know any hunters?" Dean asked. He was still mad, but they needed help, not to fight with each other.

"No. I cut myself off from the hunting community when I married your father."

Dean wrote down a phone number and handed it to her. "Call Bobby Singer. He's a hunter. Explain what's going on and see if he'll help. Tell him to get the Roadhouse involved. Hopefully he'll know what you mean."

"Where are you going?" Mary asked.

"I'm going to see a psychic in town to see if she can help."

Dean had tried to look up Missouri Mosely a couple days after he had got here. He had found out she was in a nursing home in town and decided not to bother her. But now, he felt he didn't have a choice.

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Bobby Singer just finished towing in a car when his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered gruffly.

"My name is Mary Winchester and I need your help," Mary began.

Bobby listened to her story. He didn't know how her son, Dean, had gotten his phone number or knew about him, but clearly this family needed help. "OK, I'll call the roadhouse and get a bunch of hunters together. Call me back when you know where we're going."

"Thank you so much," Mary said.

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"Missouri, my name is Dean Winchester," he said when he entered her room. He knew that she had had a stroke, but wasn't sure how it had affected her.

"I don't know you," she said tentatively, "but you know me. That's strange to say the least."

Dean smiled and sat down opposite her. "We met about a year and a half ago, but I had a little run in with a djinn and changed history. So, yes, I know you, but you don't know me."

"What can I do for you, Dean?" Missouri sensed that this boy needed help and fast. She also sensed that he was one of the good guys.

"A demon has my brother. I need to find him and I need to find the Colt to save him."

"I can't help you. I'm not that kind of a psychic. But I know who can. Her name is Pamela Barnes. She's actually in town visiting me." Just then a sexy brunette walked in the door. "Speak of the devil," Missouri said.

"I take offense at that," Pamela smiled.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I don't have time for chit chat. I need to find my brother and the Colt," Dean said brusquely. He was desperate and scared and this psychic was his last chance.

"OK, what's your brother's name?" Pamela asked, sensing the urgency was real.

"Sam Winchester," Dean answered.

Pamela dealt out some cards, said some mumbo jumbo and answered, "He's in Cold Oak, South Dakota."

"Can you find the Colt for me?" Dean asked. It was the only way he could think of to save Sam from that yellow-eyed freak for good.

"Vampires have it," she answered simply.

"In Manning, Colorado?" Dean asked.

"How did you know that?" Pamel asked.

"Lucky guess."

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John was in the police station asking questions, trying to find out what had happened to Jessica. They were treating him with contempt. They thought he had raised a murderer. He would leave soon, but he still had to try to get answers.

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Sam woke up wet and cold outside in what looked like a ghost town. "Jessica?" he called. There was no answer. He got up and looked around. He started walking on the porch of an old building, hoping it wouldn't fall in on him, when he heard a noise from around the corner. He picked up a piece of wood. He remembered how easily Dean had disarmed him of his bat a couple of weeks ago, but he had no other option, so he continued on. A short guy about his age came around the corner. "Who are you?" he asked.

"My name's Sam. Who are you?"

"Andy. How did I get here? Where are we?" Andy asked.

"I have no idea." They heard a cry for help and went to investigate.

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Dean called Mary. "I know where Sam and the Colt are. I'm going after the Colt and then I'm going to go get Sam."

"I'm coming with you," Mary said.

"No, Mom," Dean said, firmly. He was not going to lose his mother to the demon in this life, too. She hadn't been hunting in over 30 years. To say she was rusty would be an understatement.

"He's my son," Mary said adamantly.

"Look, I know you may find this hard to believe, but I've spent my whole life protecting Sammy. It's my job. I will bring him home safely. I made him a promise once and now I'll make it to you. As long as I'm around, nothing bad is going to happen to him."

Mary was silent for a moment. She loved Dean. He was her son. But she wasn't used to relying on him, especially not in a life or death situation. But, she had to remember that this Dean wasn't the same as her Dean. He was a seasoned hunter. "OK," she finally said. "Bring him back."

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Dean called Bobby and told him to bring as many hunters as he could to Manning, Colorado. The brief conversation was weird, with Bobby treating him like a stranger. When they got there, they attacked the vampire nest in force and found the gun. Dean took possession of it. Some of the other hunters were questioning his authority. Nobody had ever heard of him before.

"Look," Bobby said, when Dean had gotten into his car and driven off, expecting the rest to follow. "I've never heard of him either, but we wouldn't know about this hunt without him. He says there are a bunch of innocent people in their 20s being held by a demon. I think we got to go along with him. I can tell he's a good kid."

Bobby was known for being a good judge of character so everyone grudgingly went along. But they all agreed if they thought this Winchester kid was pulling something, they'd take care of him.