Disclaimer: I think I've said it enough but just in case; Supernatural doesn't belong to me. (even thought I wish it did) It belongs to Eric Kripke.

I want to thank AlElizabeth for beta'ing my story! Awesome as ever!

A/N: I really felt bad for the length of wait between chapters to this story so here is the next chapter.

Chapter 5

John turned to see where the voice came from and he saw someone he didn't think he would ever see again.

"Mary," John whispered.

Mary stood at the door. Just as beautiful as she did the first time he had seen her. She was still in the white nightgown that he had purchased for her not two and a half months earlier for Valentine's Day. Her beautiful golden hair flowed pass her shoulders; he could really see now where Sam and Dean got their features from. Oh how much he missed his beloved wife. And to see her again just was too much for him, he began to cry.

Mary walked over to her husband.

"John," Mary said with only the sweet voice that John could remember. "John, you have to go get the boys."

John stared up at her, clearly too shocked by her sudden appearance to fully understand her words.

"Mary," John finally gaining the strength to speak something other than his wife's name, "Are you really here?"

"It's me, John." Mary gave her husband a beatific smile.

"How? Why? Have you been here this whole time?" John stammered, momentarily forgetting all about his children in the kitchen.

"Oh John there are so many things I have to tell you. But I need you to listen to me," Mary told him, her smooth brow furrowing, hoping that her husband would listen and understand.

Mary confessed to John everything that happened and why she had died. John stood in front of his wife, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could his wife make that deal? What did that demon do to his youngest son?

"Oh Mare, why did you do that?" John asked vaguely but Mary knew what he was talking about.

"I had to. I had to save your life. He would've killed you if I didn't make that deal. I am so sorry. But you have to get to the boys. Now, John!"

"What?" John shook his head; the situation he was in came flooding back into his consciousness. He didn't have time to lament over the passing of his wife- or lament her departure because John knew she could not stay- he had to get to his boys, their boys.

"Johnson is not himself." Mary said with earnest.

"He's going to die for hurting our boys," John said, turning to start toward the kitchen door.

"John, he's possessed!" Mary injected. "You have to save him too."

"Save him?" John growled angrily. "You don't know what he did to Sammy. He had him for four days. Then he took Dean. Not to mention what he did to you. Oh no, he's dead."

"John, please don't kill him." Mary begged, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Mare, don't ask that of me." John growled in a low voice.

"Just stop her," Mary pleaded. "You can't let him use Sammy. If he does then all will be lost. You have to get Sammy away from that demon."

"Wait a minute, you said her. Who is 'her'?" John asked, wondering for the first time if he should trust his wife- wait, she might not even be his Mary but some creature working with Johnson to trick him.

"It is a woman who is possessing Johnson. You have to stop her. She can't have Sammy."

With that Mary disappeared from where she was standing. John walked to the door and tried to open it. It felt like someone or something heavy was sitting against it, preventing it from opening. He pushed with all his might and saw a scene he'd hoped never to see again.

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Johnson, who still had Sam pinned against the wall, had his gun on Dean, now awake and sitting up against the opposite wall with his hands by his side.

"Stay where you are, John," Johnson said. "If you move towards me I will kill both of your precious boys."

"I know who you are. And I know what you are. You will not hurt my boys." John growled at the man who had once been his friend.

John started chanting in Latin. An exorcism that he had recited over a hundred times before. Both Sam and Dean were shocked that the man in front of them was actually a demon.

Johnson started screaming, still holding on to Sam. John never stopped speaking as objects around the room started to move. Sam, who was drilled over and over to memorize an exorcism, started reciting one as well in harmony with his father. Johnson screamed even louder than before. He gripped Sam tighter, but Sam never stopped reciting the exorcism.

"No." Dean said trying to get up but the force in the room kept him sitting where he was.

Johnson, in a desperate attempt to stop the exorcism, flings Sam across the room. Luckily, Sam is tossed towards Dean. He catches his younger brother, Sam landed heavily in his lap. John strode over to his boys and stands in front of them. John finished reciting the exorcism and a billow of black smoke came flying out of Johnson's mouth. It funneled out past between John and the boys before going through the floorboards. Johnson collapsed on to the floor. Sam and Dean stared at each other then up to their Dad.

John walked cautiously over to Johnson and knelt down by him. John put two fingers in the crook of Johnson's neck and checked to see if there is a pulse. It was faint but it was there. Sam clambered out of his brother's lap and helped Dean to stand. They both walked over to their father.

"Dean, are you okay?" John asked, looking up at Dean.

"Yeah," Dean answered with one arm around Sam's shoulders. "I'm fine."

"Do you think you can drive?"

"Yeah, I can drive. Where are we going?"

"I am going to take Johnson to the hospital and I want you to go to the motel. Sam knows where it's at. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Dean and Sam turn and walk out of the house.

"Dean!" John calls out again.

Dean and Sam turn back and look at their father.

"Yeah, dad?" Dean answered. He was tired and sore and just wanted to get back to the motel room and lie down for a few hours.

"Get some rest. Sam is fine," John said. "That's an order."

Sam smiled. Dean looked down at Sam and then answered with a yes sir and they both walked toward the Impala. John grabbed up Johnson put him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and walked him to his truck that was outside. When he got Johnson to the truck, he looked up and just saw the tail end of the Impala turning towards the interstate. John got in his truck and drove to the hospital.

Mary stood at the window of the room that was little Sammy's nursery and watched her boys drive off and then her beloved husband take his Marine friend to his truck. She watched John drive off.

"Oh Sammy, Dean, I am so sorry. I love you my babies," Mary said and vanished in the window.

TBC

A/N2: I want to thank everyone who have stuck with me in this endeavor. There is one more chapter to this story. I would like to thank everyone who has Favored, Followed, and/or Alerted me and my stories. You don't know how much that means to me. :)

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