A/N: Disclaimer: Some of this dialogue is taken from the actual episode! I do not own it but I wanted to use it to make it accurate to the episode. The episode this one is based off of was "The Song Remains the Same". I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

I apologize for the lack of kickass action in this one, but I really wanted to focus on the relationships between the characters. Hope you don't mind!

"The Song Remains the Same"

~3rd Person POV~

Dean smirked as the sounds of "Cherry Pie" by Warrant played.

"Oh, Dean," Meredith cooed, seductively.

"Yeah, baby?" Dean asked, looking up.

"Do you think this color looks good on me?" Meredith asked, dropping her silky, thigh length kimono to reveal a sexy, red, lingerie set. She bit her lip, a sultry, hungry look in her eyes as she looked back at Dean. Dean groaned, just at the sight of her and felt his pants get a little tighter. Damn, she looked so hot! Dean needed to have her right then and there, and he knew it.

"God, yes," he groaned.

"Good… good. I figured I'd thank you for last night," Meredith said, walking over to Dean and pushing him down on the bed. Dean smiled as she crawled on top of him, straddling him, and pulled him into a lustful, passionate kiss. Dean's hands roamed her body, as he attempted to roll her over, but she stopped him.

"Uh uh, baby. I'm in charge tonight."

"Mm. I love it when you take control," Dean smirked. And then suddenly, she was gone, replaced by the image of Anna, standing right in front of him. "What the hell? Anna?" Dean sat up, looking around, confused.

"I was just uh… working on a case. You know, researching, but my wife she came in and distracted me and everything," Dean stammered, uncomfortably.

Anna smiled in amusement, "This is what you dream about."

Dean looked around, shifting uncomfortably, "This is awkward."

Anna chuckled, "Well, I guess I can't say anything. She is your wife."

Dean changed the subject and said, "So why hijack my brain? Why not just swing by the motel room?"

"I can't find you," Anna stated.

"Oh, Cas did this thing," Dean started.

"Yeah. Cas. Now, that's a friend you can count on," she said sarcastically.

"What?" Dean asked.

Anna explained to him that Cas had been the one to send her to heaven's prison and that she had been torturing him. She continued, "We need to talk. Meet me. Two-two-five industrial-," Anna started, but Dean sat up, snapping out of his dream.

"You alright, babe?" Meredith mumbled, sleepily, as Dean's sudden movement woke her up.

Dean breathed heavily, running his fingers through his hair and trying to make sense of what had just happened. He didn't know whether or not to actually trust Anna but could he trust Cas either? He'd talk to Cas. Yeah, that would be a good idea, "Yeah, I'm fine. Go back to bed."

"You gonna join me?" Meredith asked, a smile curling up on her face.

"Yeah, in a minute. I've just got to make a call," Dean replied, standing up. Meredith turned over on her back and propped herself, placing her arms behind her head.

"Babe, Jude is fast asleep and you know that Bobby hasn't even woken up yet," Meredith chuckled.

Dean smiled weakly, "Not to Jude. I've got to call Cas. Something came up," Dean replied.

"What kind of something?" Meredith asked, concerned.

"I don't know yet," Dean replied, holding his phone to his ear as it began to ring.

~End 3rd Person POV~

"Wait, let me get this straight. Anna's gone back to 1978 to kill Mary and John and we're going back to stop her?" I asked, just for clarification. I could barely believe this, especially the whole time travel part. Who knew? Dean had done it twice, but it was still pretty unbelievable.

"Not 'we', just me," Cas stated.

"They're our parents!" Dean argued.

Cas sighed, "I can try… but I'm telling you, taking this trip with passengers, no less, it'll weaken me."

"They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, I mean, not just from Anna, but if we can set things right… we have to try," Dean said, a determined look on his face. Castiel looked hesitant but began packing a bag full of things we could use against Anna if we needed to fight her. We all took this as a yes. Once Cas was done, he turned around, looking at the three of us. He handed the bag to Sam and Sam took it.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Not really," Sam said, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"Bend your knees," Dean advised as Castiel tapped the three of our foreheads.

Everything went black, and then we were in the middle of some street, trying to catch our balance. The sound of tires screeching to a halt hit my ears and I turned around alarmed. Dean put his arm in front of me, trying to protect me before the car stopped.

"Get out of the street!" the person called from inside the car.

Still in shock, Dean, Sam, and I moved to get out of the street, only to get in another car's way. Luckily, they stopped too.

"Did we make it?" Sam asked, looking around.

"Unless they're bringing pintos back into production then uh… I'd say yes," Dean said. I looked around until I saw Cas leaning up against a car, blood coming out of his nose.

"Cas!" I exclaimed, rushing over to him, Sam and Dean following me.

"You alright?" I asked, rushing to his side.

"I'm fine," Cas said, weakly. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and I looked to Dean, who had gone on the other side of Cas, helping stabilize him with me. "Much better than I expected." Then suddenly, Cas began to lean over again, coughing up blood. Sam leaned down, checking to see if Cas was okay.

"He's breathing… sort of," Sam said. Dean and I exchanged glances. This couldn't be good.

After we put Cas up in a motel room, Sam found Mary and John's address in the phone book, and we were on their way to check up on them.

"Alright, here goes…" Dean said, almost to himself.

"Hey, I'm going to make sure everything is in the duffel bag. I'll meet you guys over there," I said. Sam and Dean nodded, as I went back to the trunk of the car and Sam and Dean began to walk towards the house. Dean and Sam were trying to figure out what to say. I slipped a knife into my back pocket, my leather jacket covering it up. I closed the trunk and caught up with Sam and Dean.

"Is it weird that I'm nervous?" I asked, as we waited for John and Mary to answer the door.

"Why would you be nervous?" Dean asked back.

"Well, it's your mom, Dean. I've never really met her and… I don't know," I replied.

Dean chuckled, "I love you, you know that?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as someone opened the door. It was Mary. She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and her eyes widened as soon as she saw Dean.

"You can't be here," she said.

"Sorry this is a bad time," Dean replied, taking the reins. She must've remembered him from the last time.

"You don't understand. I'm not-, I don't do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go," Mary said, trying to push us away. I looked over at Sam to find him just staring at her. He almost looked like he had tears in his eyes, which was understandable. Hell, if it had been my mom, I probably would've given her the same exact look. She began to close the door but Dean put his hand on it, to stop the door from closing.

"I'm sorry but this is important, okay?" Dean replied.

Just then, John appeared. Oh my God. Now it was my turn to be in shock. Poor Sam. He really did just look like he was going to cry any second now. John coughed, putting a protective arm around his wife and opening the door wider, to see who was standing at the door.

"Sorry sweetie, they're just-," Mary started.

"Mary's cousins. We couldn't stop in town without swinging by and saying 'hey' now could we?" Dean interjected. "I'm Dean." Dean held out his hand to shake and John took it, smiling.

"You look familiar," he observed.

"Funny, I was about to say the same about you," Dean replied.

"I'm John," John said, shaking my hand.

"Meredith. I'm Dean's wife," I replied, shaking his hand. It was so amazing to see him again, even if it was 1978. Oh my God…

John extended his hand out to Sam and Sam just stood there, looking at him with such happiness yet pain in his eyes.

"This is Sam," Dean said. I elbowed Sam in the ribs lightly.

"Right," Sam said, shaking John's hand.

"Oh. Mary's father was a Sam," John said back.

"Family name," Dean replied.

"You okay, pal? You look a little spooked," John asked, as Sam still had John's hand in his from the handshake.

"Oh yeah, yeah. Just uh… woah," Sam said, trying to cover but instead, he ended up stammering over his words. Poor Sammy…

"Well, uh, Sam and Dean were just on their way out," Mary started.

"What? You just got here! I'm real happy to meet folks on Mary's side. Why don't you guys come in for a beer?" John asked.

"Yeah," Dean agreed and Mary shot him a look that said, "I would kill you right now". The three of us stepped in and John showed us to the living room. Mary sat there quietly while John went to get three beers. Sam couldn't stop staring at Mary and Dean and I sat there. I gave Dean's hand a tight squeeze. I knew this was probably hard for him and I just wanted to be there for him. At the same time, I was nervous. I was meeting his mom… she was so beautiful…

"You sure you're okay, Sam?" John asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I uh… it's just that, you are so beautiful," Sam said, turning to Mary.

"He means that in a- a non weird, wholesome family kind of way," Dean said covering up for Sam's mishap.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"See uh, we haven't seen Mary in a long time and she's the spitting image of our mom," Dean replied.

"So what're you doing in town anyways?" John asked.

"Family business," Dean replied.

"And your wife's involved too?" John asked, making conversation.

"Yeah, but I uh, haven't really been in it lately ever since we had our first son," I replied.

"You've got kids? You don't really seem like the family man kinda guy, Dean. No offense," John said.

"None taken," Dean said back. "Yeah, we do. Just one… for now." Dean gave my hand a tight squeeze and I giggled.

"His name is Jude," I replied.

"Hey, Mary's favorite Beatles song is 'Hey Jude'," John said.

"What a coincidence?" I replied with a small smile.

"Look at that! It's almost seven! I hate to be rude but I've got to get dinner ready," Mary said, standing up.

"Maybe they could stay," John started.

"I'm sure they have to leave," Mary replied, cutting John off.

Just then, the phone rang. John got up to go get it.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Sure, right down the hall on the right," Mary replied.

"Great, thanks," I said back. Instead of going to the bathroom, I went to go see who John was talking to. He seemed to be called in at work. At seven? This had to be a trap. This had Anna written all over it. I could hear Dean, Sam, and Mary talking in low voices in the living room and quietly slipped back into the room just at the end of the conversation.

"John," I said, as soon as he hung up the phone.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Are you leaving?" I asked, the first thing that came to my mind.

He sighed, "Yeah, work calls."

"You should stay... because I think we're staying," I replied. Ughh! It's not like I could just break out the old: you have to stay because someone is trying to kill you, speech.

"I'm sorry. My boss is going to fire me if I don't go in. It was nice meeting you all," John said, before leaving quickly.

"Damn it," I swore under my breath. I had done a terrible job at trying to stop John.

"John's gone. He went to the garage. Someone called… I don't think it's his boss," I said, bursting into the living room and interrupting their conversation.

"Shit," Dean swore.

"We've got to go," I said.

"Where?" Mary asked.

"Just trust us," Dean replied.

After the fight with Anna, and the awkward family road trip up to Mary's parents' old cabin, we were getting ready for Anna to attack again. Things had been tense ever since we told John about hunting. It was so ironic to see John with his panties all in a bunch over hunting. The John Winchester I knew, besides my dad, of course, was the epitome of hunting.

Dean and Sam showed their parents all of the angel-proof supplies they had brought, and then Mary disappeared in another room, to help angel proof the place. Now it was only Dean, John, and I in this room. I had a gash in my hand from some broken glass and figured I'd do the sigil.

"I'll do it," I said, taking the paper from Dean's hand.

"Mer, no," Dean demanded.

"Uh, Dean, yes. Look, I'm already bleeding. It only hurts a bit. I'll do it," I repeated, stubbornly, taking my knife out of my pocket.

"Meredith," Dean scowled, taking the knife and the sigil on the sheet of paper from me.

"Dean, I'm your wife! I'm not a child," I scoffed, rolling my eyes and leaving the room. I loved Dean but sometimes his love for me got him too carried away. He just got a little too protective sometimes on hunts and he'd freak out. If it had been Sam asking to do the sigil, he would've let him. I just hated that he thought I was so freaking breakable all the time. I leaned my head in my hands.

"You okay?"a voice asked, coming over to me.

"I'm fine," I replied, frustrated. She took one look at me before making up her mind.

"You're obviously not fine. Is everything alright?" she asked.

I sighed, "Yeah… it's just Dean. He thinks I'm this porcelain doll. I told him I'd do the sigil and he freaked out on me. He does this a lot on hunts. It's like, yes, I know he cares and I love that about him, but sometimes I just wish he'd stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

Mary nodded, "He loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you."

"I know he does and I love him too," I replied. "So you and John… hey, if you don't mind me asking, what's he like?"

"No, I don't. That's funny. Dean asked me the same thing when we first met," Mary replied.

I shrugged, "Coincidence, I guess."

Mary smiled, "I don't know. John's sweet. He's… he loves me. He wants a big family someday. If you don't mind me asking, what's it like? The whole family thing?" Mary asked.

I smiled sadly, knowing what would happen to Mary in five years but I knew I couldn't let it affect me so that she couldn't tell that something was wrong, "It's amazing. Dean and I were so nervous when I first got pregnant. I mean, a baby is a huge responsibility, but the baby came and everything just fell into place. Dean's an amazing father."

"Can I tell you a secret?" Mary asked, looking over at me.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, turning to face Mary completely.

"I'm pregnant," she said. My jaw dropped a little. I glanced down at her stomach, trying not to be too weird. Dean.

"Wow. Congratulations," I said, smiling.

"Thank you. I can't wait for the baby to come. It's what John and I have wanted for a while. We're going to be a family, just like yours," she replied.

I nodded slowly. This was absolutely heartbreaking, "Yeah."

~3rd Person POV~

John cut the palm of his hand before looking up at Dean, "So how big does the sigil thing have to be?"

"I'll show ya," Dean replied, a small laugh following.

"What?" John asked.

Dean took one good look at him before saying, "All of a sudden, you really remind me of my dad." John gave him a funny look but Dean just moved away to go find a place to put the sigil. John followed him, pensive over what Dean had said.

"So that's why you didn't want your wife to do it? It needed to be done in human blood," John said, holding his bloody hand.

"Yeah," Dean replied, mapping out the sigil on the wall. "Here, start here. It should take up all this space."

"She's a hunter like the rest of you. Isn't she used to that kind of stuff?" John asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not, okay?" Dean snapped. John raised his eyebrows once before laughing a little. "What?"

"You really love her, don't you?" John asked. "You won't even let your wife cut her own hand for this… sigil thing."

"Yeah, I do."

"I get it. I'd do anything for Mary."

"I know," Dean mumbled.

"What?" John asked.

"Nothing, Dean replied.

~End 3rd Person POV~

I could hear Mary, Sam, and Dean all talking in one room and knew they were telling her. I washed off my bloody hand from the accident earlier today. I hadn't had a chance to clean it off yet.

"Hey," I heard a voice say. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder.

"Hey yourself," I replied. "What's going on?"

"She can't leave John. She's pregnant," Dean sighed. I slid my hands over his arms that were wrapped around me.

"I know," I said.

"What?" Dean asked, pulling away a bit.

"She told me earlier. I wanted to say something but right after she started on the holy oil and you went in to talk to her…" I replied.

"Oh," Dean sounded.

"You alright, babe?" I asked. I knew it wasn't exactly a fair question, but I still had to ask.

"As alright as I'll be in a situation like this," Dean replied.

I nodded, "Hey, I love you. Don't beat yourself up, okay?" I could tell that there was no way that I was going to persuade Dean otherwise but I just held his face in my hands and kissed him. Dean smiled into the kiss before pulling me in closer to him.

"I love you too," Dean said. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier today. This stuff… it freaks me out. It makes me think I might lose you too."

"You're not gonna," I said back.

"But how do you know that? Mom thought she got out of the life for good. We never know what's coming next or what day's gonna be our last. If we've learned anything from hunting, it should sure as hell be that," Dean pointed out.

I nodded, "I know, I know. But I'm not leaving you, Dean. I won't let it happen. Hey, I'm going to go see how your mom's doing."

"What? You two are all buddy buddy now?" Dean asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

I chuckled, "I guess so. Your mom's a total badass. I hope you know that."

"She is, isn't she?" Dean asked, before I left the room. Mary was sitting on the couch, just processing everything that had been said to her.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked. She looked up at me with a sad look in her blue eyes.

"You're my daughter in law," she replied.

I nodded, "Guilty."

"Dean and Sam…" she trailed off.

"Yeah," I said.

"Is he happy? I mean, even though he's hunting. He's got a beautiful wife and child and… he has to be happy, right?" Mary asked, eagerly.

"Yes. I think so. When we're at home, he's happy as ever. I usually stay home with Jude but sometimes I come on hunts and Jude will stay with a family friend of ours. But yeah, we're happy," I replied.

"Tell me about him: Dean," she said.

"Well, he's funny, sarcastic as ever, he's… he loves me to the point where he gets over protective, like you saw today, he's kind, he has such a big heart sometimes I don't know if he knows what to do with it. He's handsome and… and he's a great father to our son," I replied, hoping it wouldn't make things worse and would only cheer her up.

Mary smiled, "And your son?" Mary asked.

I chuckled, "Just like his daddy. He's funny and a lot smarter than a one year old should be."

"He's one?" Mary asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. He just turned one this August. Dean came rushing home the night before from a hunt. Said he was going 85 all the way down those rickety roads just to be back home in time for Jude's first birthday. I swear, he'd go the world and back for our family."

"After being raised as a hunter, he could still have all of this. That's good, right?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, it's good. We talk about someday getting out for good. Raising a family…" I replied.

"I'm so sorry," Mary said, a tear falling down her cheek.

"For what?" I asked.

"I never would've raised my boys as hunters…" she said, softly.

"Mary, this is not your fault," I said.

She shook her head, "You'll take care of him, right? He and Sam?"

"Of course," I replied.

She wiped her tears away, collecting herself, "Thank you."

"Hey, we've got a problem. Those blood things – sigils – they're gone," John said, rushing into the room in a panic. And right on cue, Sam and Dean followed.

"Gone as in…" Sam asked.

"I turned around and then looked back again and it was a smudge," John explained, confused.

"The holy oil. It's gone too," Mary replied, seeing that the holy oil that she had just poured on the ground was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, there was a high pitched noise. We knew what was coming next.

"I have to say yes, don't I?" Dean asked. Dean and I were lying on the bed of the motel room. Sam was asleep and Cas had recovered just enough to go. The room was dark except from the light emanating from the moonlight through the windows.

"No," I replied, softly, my head resting on Dean's chest.

"Sammy's right. If I could save mom, I would say yes," Dean replied. "If I could save you or Sammy… or Jude, I'd say yes, Mer."

"Okay, so you'd say yes but that doesn't mean you have to. We're going to find another way, baby," I said.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"We always do," I replied. Dean stroked my hair gently.

"How do you always know what to say to me?" Dean asked, a smile forming across his face.

"I'm your wife," I replied with a little giggle.

"You were great with my mom back there. I think she really liked you," Dean said.

"You think?" I asked, hopeful.

"Yeah. I just wish she could be here now," Dean replied.

"Me too, babe. Me too," I said, snuggling up to him. Dean held me a little close to him as we just lay there for a while, thinking about the crazy day that we had just had. Sometimes, I wished that I could turn back time, save Mary, for Dean. I could tell that he still hurt after all this time. Then again, who really ever got over stuff like that? I know I sure as hell hadn't.