Missouri walked into the living room where Dean was playing with Nate on the floor. Sam had gone to get ready for the day and Dean was trying to amuse Nate with toys and make sense of his dream.

"You have a lot on your mind, sugar?" Missouri asked. "I might be able to help."

"I don't know about this time, Missouri."

"Why?"

"You know the demon came for Sam for his six month birthday, right? I'm having dreams that are more like recollections. I can't tell if they're real or not. We need to know all we can to protect Nate and Abby to the best of our abilities."

"I might be able to help you sort it out, if you'll let me," Missouri dropped her voice as she said the second part.

"What would I have to do?" Dean continued to play with Nate instead of looking at Missouri. He realized long ago that he would do anything to protect Nate. He didn't even have to hear what Missouri was going to need to do. He already knew he'd do it in a heartbeat for Nate, Abby, for Sam.

"Just relax and let me in to your mind," she told him. "I might be able to help sort out what is real and what is a dream."

"Okay. Just wait until Sam's back to watch Nate."

Missouri went to fix some tea in the kitchen. This family was really going to need her today.

Dean told Sam what he was going to do with Missouri, and Sam gave him a hug. He knew it wouldn't be easy. Missouri herself was harmless but allowing someone to go poking around in your mind was a big thing.

Sam tried to distract himself by playing with Nate while he anxiously waited for Dean to come back downstairs.

"Are you getting big?" Sam smiled at Nate and got a big, toothless grin in return.

"Look at all that drool," Sam wiped it away as Nate wiggled his arms and legs for all he was worth.

"Are you getting a workout?" Sam took Nate's hands and stretched them above Nate's head. "So big." He moved Nate's hands back down and tickled his stomach. Nate laughed and drooled shamelessly.

Sam scooped up Nate and one toy and went to the window. The girls seemed calm, chatting on the porch, so he ventured out. He brought Nate with as armor. No one could be mad in front of Nate. He was just too cute.

"One little boy was missing his mommy," Sam said as the porch boards creaked. "He's tired of all the testosterone in there."

"Come here, Nate," Abby reached out her arms for him. She settled him back on her lap and hugged him close.

"What have you learned today?" Abby asked.

"Not much yet. Bobby is checking with Joshua and Jefferson. Dean had a dream about carrying me out of the fire last night. It was different that the other nightmares he'd had about it. It was like he was remembering it but it was different. Missouri is trying to help him figure out what is real and what was just a dream."

"He's letting Missouri into his mind?" Kylee asked. "Goes to show what he'd do for his family."

"Yeah," Sam laughed. "Most of the time I don't want to know what goes on in there. I wonder if Missouri is prepared."

"She's a professional," Tasha replied. "I'm sure she knows what she's doing."

Dean tried to make himself comfortable on the bed, but he kept fidgeting.

Missouri put a pillow under his knees and each arm before she covered him with a light blanket.

She turned off the lights as she caressed Dean's forehead. "It's okay, sweetie. Just relax and it will go much quicker. Concentrate on my voice and feel your body start to drift away."

Dean started to feel lightheaded and did exactly as Missouri asked. Anything for Nate, he kept thinking. Anything for that kid.

When Dean opened his eyes, Missouri was still sitting next to the bed.

"What did you find out?" Dean felt sleepy but otherwise okay.

"Your dream was the truth," Missouri told him. "For some reason, the Yellow-Eyed-Demon just let you and Sam go."

"So did he come for our mom?"

"I don't know, honey. It could be that she got in the way and the demon was only there to give Sam some droplets of demon blood."

"Wanting to give Nate demon blood doesn't mean that the demon isn't going to hurt him."

"I know, Dean."

"Did Dad know? Did he see Yellow-Eyes, too?"

"He never told me that he did. His memory blocked some events of that night out. Same as yours did. Sammy was too young to remember."

"Did you learn any more about this demon? How to protect Abby and Nate from him now?"

"I can look in my books for psychic ways to help ward off a demon. I'll help you out any way that I can."

"Any chance you could make Bobby remember what he did to protect his property here years ago? He had Dad, Caleb and Pastor Jim help him. He can't recall what they did exactly and we'd need to check to make sure that everything is still in place."

"I could help Bobby like that if he asked me too. I don't just go into someone's head uninvited."

"I'll mention it to him for you," Dean sat up. "I should go see how Sam's doing."

"Let me know if I can help in any way, Dean. I know we're under time constraints."

"Thanks, Missouri." Dean hurried downstairs to get out of the room where he felt so vulnerable under Missouri's eyes.

Tasha moved so Sam could sit by Abby and put his arm around her. "Do you forgive me for not waking you up?" he spoke softly into her ear.

Abby nodded. "I'm just scared. I have no clue how you deal with this or figure it out. I'm leaving that part to you. I'll do whatever you tell me to. If we have choices, I will be involved in that decision. I'm not letting my son go that easily."

"Neither am I," Sam wrapped his arms around Abby and Nate.

They sat there in silence on the porch.

"So, Tasha, how are you holding up?" Sam asked. "This is all new territory for you, too."

"I'm slowly letting it sink in," Tasha replied. "It's too much to try to understand all at once. I just want Nate and Abby safe. I trust Bobby to make sure of that."

"Yeah, he's always been around to keep us safe before. This time we're going to have to help him. Bobby is talking to Joshua and Jefferson. I thought he'd be down by now. I think I'll go up and check on him."

"Okay," Abby gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. "You know where to find us."

They met back in the library. Although each had gained a few hours sleep from the last time they were together, none of them appeared rested.

"This is not research but I had a dream about the fire that killed my mom last night," Dean started the sharing of information. "I remembered new details but wasn't sure if they were memories or dreams. I let Missouri do her thing on me and she was able to ascertain that they were in fact memories.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon was at the bottom of the stairs when I came down, carrying Sam. He let us go. He was by the front door, and he just let us pass. We've always worked under the assumption that the demon's target was Sam on his six month birthday. Maybe the demon came to give Sam some demon's blood and Mom just got in the way. Maybe no one was supposed to get hurt, besides the demon blood, that is."

"Wow. That does take us in a whole new direction," Bobby replied.

"I asked Missouri and she said she can possibly help you recall what you did to fortify the house here."

"How?"

"By doing her thing. She picks at your mind and finds out what she needs."

"That just doesn't sound right on so many levels," Bobby was resistant.

"But if it will help Nate and Abby, it's worth it," Dean looked him directly in the eye and Bobby couldn't look away.

"You've got me there. I'll go talk to her after this."