Ok here is the next chapter, hope every one likes it, and it will also be the last chapter until after Christmas.

Beneath my Skin

John looked over at his two sons and sighed, wishing that he could give them more then he had, his mind constantly kept flicking back to when he was dead, when he was stuck in hell, when the demons………….

"So we have no idea who it is??" John's eyes snapped over his eldest son's bright face and shook his head, re adjusting himself in the bed, his eyes darted over to the women lying in the bed next to him, before going back to his sons.

Sam ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes, the day's events coming back to him, and the words that John had spoken when he had woken up.

"Kill………….someone we trust" Those words kept coming back to him, and then he would flash back to the women, who until she had walked through the roadhouse door neither he nor Dean had seen or heard about her, and apparently neither did their dad, which brought forward one question. Why risk her life for someone she didn't know? And Sam could only think of one answer.

"What about Max?" Dean looked over at his youngest brother, and not for the first time, thought that the lack of sleep was beginning to get to him. He looked over at his father and could tell the same things were running through his head.

"Then why bring dad back, I mean that's just too stupid" Sam locked eyes with his brother, and was faintly aware that John was griping his hand, but he pushed all emotion to the back of his mind.

"Or really clever, I mean we would suspect someone who brought our dad back, and we trusted her because of it, and how did she survive the reaper?" Sam brought fourth a lot of questions that Dean had been asking himself, and he hadn't been able to come up with any answers, he sighed and ran his hand over his face and then through his hair.

"Sam may be right, something's not sitting right" Dean looked down at his father and then over to the pale women who had yet to wake up, and after her little outburst had yet to say or show any sign of improvement.

"And the kill me, what's that about, for all we know she could be possessed……….. I mean Ellen did say that know one had seen or heard from her in three years, and that they thought she was dead"

John looked over at his youngest son and allowed everything that he had heard or seen when he was dead to process into his mind before shoving it to the back of his mind, before storing what was being said between his two sons, in hopes he could find the answers.

"What do you mean" John asked turning towards his youngest son, and John could help cringe away from the pale and drawn face of his youngest son, something had definitely happened, and he knew he was going to have to talk to both of his sons sooner or later, especially Dean.

"Ellen said that know one had seen or heard from her in three years that they all thought she was dead, Max said something like, but you know why I had to do it, it wasn't safe"

John turned to his eldest son who had answered the question for him, before again looking over at the young women, who had or should have died for him.

"Maybe she was being hunted" Deans eyes flicked over to Sam's

"You mean the demon?" Sam nodded his head slowly, it would make sense, cause in truth they had no idea who she was or anything about her.

"I mean what do we know about her?"

"You mean apart from she's suicidal?" Dean said in attempt to lighten the mood but failed, Sam shot a glare his way, and John squeezed his hand.

"Your brother may be right, we should talk to Ellen"

Ellen looked over at her daughter as she wiped down the table in a robotic way, ever since the ritual to bring back John, Jo had been quite her thoughts constantly on the women lying up stairs, even Ash, who was usually bubbly, was sat in a corner, lap top in front of him.

The door to the upstairs opened and Ellen turned to see Sam, Dean and John walk into the main part of the road house; she frowned in the direction, before moving them over to a table near the front of the bar.

"John Winchester you should be in bed" John smiled almost sheepishly before seating himself in between his two sons, he looked up at Ellen.

"We need to talk" Ellen placed her hands onto her hips and took in the pale faces of the Winchester family.

"Max we think she might be possessed"

Ellen was about to retort when the road house door opened, letting a blizzard of cold air into the room, her eyes snapped in the direction of the person who had just entered before her face paled.

The Winchesters turned behind them, after seeing Ellen stumble back and placed her hands onto the table to steady herself.

"Hey, yea I know, it's been a long time, I should have called you can lecture me later, but right now, we need to talk, the demons coming here"

"Max?"