"Bobby? Is everything okay?" Tasha asked sleepily as she moved closer to him.

"Sam just needed something," he tried to brush off her concern, knowing that she'd immediately go to her sister if she knew the truth. "We can talk about it in the morning."

"Mmmm. I missed you."

"I missed you, too, darlin'."

Kylee was wide awake when Dean came back into their room.

"What's going on?"

"We can talk about it in the morning," Dean looked drained but Kylee wasn't just going to let it slide.

"Tell me now," she demanded, "or I won't get any sleep."

Dean knew if Kylee didn't get any sleep, he wouldn't sleep.

"I don't think Tasha or Abby will know until tomorrow."

"I don't care."

"Nate will be six months old soon."

"Yeah."

"Sam's nursery caught on fire on his six month birthday when the demon came for him. That's how my mom got killed."

"I remember you telling me about that."

"The demon is still out there. Nate and Abby could be in danger."

"What can we do?" there were tears in Kylee's eyes.

"That's what we were trying to figure out," Dean sighed. "we'll need to talk about it in the morning after we've had some sleep."

"How can you be sure that the demon will come?"

"We can't be sure of anything. We just have to be prepared."

"Are we safe here?" Kylee had never considered that they could be in danger where they lived.

"Bobby fortified his property here so that no demon can get through, or at least we don't think they can. The problem is that my dad, Caleb and Pastor Jim are the ones that helped Bobby do it and he can't remember all that they did. We'd need to check to make sure all of it is still in place."

Kylee was quiet, her head on Dean's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Kylee?"

"I'm just letting it sink in," she spoke slowly. "This is real, isn't it? This thing with Nate and Abby is life or death."

"Yep."

"And this is part of hunting?"

"Not a typical part. The Yellow-Eyed Demon is a bad one. He's the specific one that visited out house those years ago. He's had it out for our family ever since. Other lower-level demons we can handle."

"So if the guys who made the protection for this house are gone, how will you figure it out?"

"Books, other hunters," Dean tried to think on his feet even though he was bone-tired. "Joshua and Jefferson will be staying until they're sure Nate and Abby are safe. They have some contacts of their own that might be able to help."

"This scares me, Dean."

"That's alright, Baby. It scares me, too. But, we'll figure it out. We'll get a plan and it will be fine."

Dean just held Kylee in the dark, knowing there was nothing more he could say to comfort her. All he could do was be there, hold her and answer her questions as best he could.

Sam was as quiet as he could possibly be when he slid back into bed. Abby slid over to him, attracted to the body heat. Sam laid there and listened to her breathe.

The longer he was awake, the more sounds he heard. Nate's soft breathing coming from the cradle. Creaks and groans of an old home. Joshua and Jefferson talking outside. It was late when they came in and went to bed. Sam stayed up even later, searching his weary mind for anything he could have heard during his years of hunting that could help them out. There was so much information to go through and people that they'd met. Eventually, exhaustion took over and Sam slipped into a restless sleep.

"Didn't think we'd be doing hunting on a trip to a wedding," Joshua whispered.

"Me neither. I thought this was going to be a vacation with a little remodel involved. Now we've got demons and deadlines."

"Guess Bobby wanted to make sure we felt at home," Joshua laughed.

"You ever met this Lucas that Bobby knows?"

Joshua shook his head.

"So is this six month nursery fire a common thing, or just with hunters?"

"I've only heard of it with John and it's what turned him into a hunter. It wasn't the other way around." Joshua thought for a minute. "It does make sense that a demon might not strike the same place twice."

"Are you willing to risk Nate or Abby's life on that?"

Joshua shook his head. "Not unless I have more information to back it up."

"Well, I'm beat. I can't think straight anymore. I'm heading to bed."

"Same here. Hopefully someone will think of something in the morning."

Dean dreamed of the fire. He and his mom had baked cookies that day. When he woke up and smelled smoke, he'd thought his mom burned some cookies.

He wandered down the hall to Sammy's nursery where the light was so bright. That's when his dad thrust the baby into his arms and told him to run outside and not look back. He'd seen his mom on the ceiling on fire. He wasn't going to chance looking back and seeing more.

At the foot of the stairs, right before the front door, stood a strange man all in black. Dean glanced at him once on his way past and out the door. The man's eyes had been yellow. He hadn't tried to stop Dean and Sam, he'd just let them pass.

Then, dad was outside, whisking them both up in his arms, running further from the house. He never did ask his dad if he'd seen the man by the door.

First, Dean had lost his ability to talk. Then, he was too scared to bring it up. He saw the harried look on his dad's face and heard the fear in his voice. He didn't want to make it any worse.

As time had gone on, he'd forgotten what he'd seen.