Not to satisfied with the last bit of this but the plot bunny's biting. Enjoy.

The drive back to Cicero was painfully slow even with Dean flooring the baby. Dean knew his brother was thinking and way too much. He had already thought everything that was running through Sam's mind when they found out Lisa was expecting. Things had gone alright with Ben, but then the Apocalypse wasn't looming and no angels or demons gave a shit about Dean's oldest. Times had certainly changed; now every son of a bitch with a grudge was wanting Lisa and Ben…especially after the averted end of time. Heaven and Hell playing out again with the Winchester's children – well not this time. They had learned from their mistakes and would fight to the death to keep those lessons.

"Meg's high on the list, any angels rebelling against Cas. I guess for you it would be Meg followed by Lucifer's minions."

"Sounds about right," Sam said his features were tense.

Though he doubted Lucifer would be coming topside anytime soon he couldn't count it out. If he was a vessel for Lucifer, primed from an infant with demon blood to lead an army, then that same blood was pumping through Abigail and by default their daughter. Add to that Meg who they had never managed to gank and Sam's head felt like it was going to explode!

"Sammy," Dean never called him that unless he was trying to pull rank.

"Look dude, I'm right there with you man. It's a bitch the past is coming back to bit us hard but we've got to keep our game faces on. Do what we were taught. Focus on keeping them safe."

Sam was at wits end now. "How do we do that Dean," he asked angrily? "Every last son of a bitch that wants our ass will be gunning for Abigail and Lisa. We can't catch a break. Somethings going to take them away from us and we are going to be…"

His brother was tearing up. It had been a long time since his brother had actually shed tears. Poor kid had to be terrified at the possibilities of what could happen. Dean felt it too. If something happened to Lisa he would be in the same shape he was in when he thought Sam was dead. But nothing was going to happen to Lisa, he was damn well making sure of it. He knew it was rough on Sam, having never had a real relationship based on honesty until Abigail. He was clinging to Abby life a life preserver to a drowning man. Sometimes Dean thought she was the only thing holding his brother together after the events of the past two years.

"Nothing is going to happen to them Sam. They have us. The Colts aren't shabby hunters, Abigail has her brother, we have Bobby, Gabriel and Cas. It's going to be ok."

"Dean she's losing the protection Samuel passed on to them."

"Sam all it did was make it harder to kill, let her heal up faster than most. She'll be fine."

"And kept her hidden from demons. You know how many demons we've offed? How many are out there waiting for us? She won't have that. She takes a blow she's NOT going to be ok."

"That's why she has Gabriel on standby," Dean was trying to calm his brother. "Cas too. She's a tough one Sam."

"What if I can't protect her. Like Jess, or you. What if my blood running through her harms the child or makes her psychic?"

"Sam! Enough with the what ifs. What ifs my ass. We've made our own destiny do you think I'm just going to roll over now? We fight till the last man if we have to. We have a chance at happiness and we're taking it. End of conversation."

Dean Winchester had spoken and Sam knew it was useless to argue. The rest of the ride was quiet. Sam was out of the car even before Dean had shut the engine off and in the house before he could even open his door.

Things were strange, very different from the time she was use to. She knew she had aged, she was 58 now. However the last thing she remembered was the yellow eyed demon over Sam's crib, in 1983. Now the paper she was looking at said July 2012, and what the hell? She was in Cicero, Indiana. Mary's hunter instinct were still well honed, she would figure this out. Maybe this was where her boys were? More of what the hell was why she had over a $1000 in her wallet! Regardless of how she got here the most important thing was to provision herself, find shelter, then plan her next move. She walked into the big box store, a little overwhelmed at the size.

"Gabriel you are worse than a child," Abigail said as she removed two of the five bags of Oreo double stuff cookies from the cart.

"I saved your life today, it's the least you can do." He put three bags of cookies into the cart. She didn't take them out.

Mary was struck still for a moment as she rounded the aisle. She could see the glow of the angel, his wings. She could see angels! The feeling made her stumble into a display knocking a few boxes down. Regaining herself she had an idea. Perhaps the angel had something to do with this. It was too much of a coincidence she thought. Her being brought back and seeing an angel shortly after. She followed the angel and the woman he was with through the store.

"We need to get going," he said. "Sam's already at Lisa's. Surprised you phone hasn't gone off."

"Oh shit, don't have it with me." Abigail went for it but it wasn't there. After today's attack that was a stupid move on her part.

"He's going to be pissed," Gabriel said with an amused grin. "Boy's already terrified something might happen to you. Leaving without any form of communication – surprised he hasn't come here himself."

"He knows you're with me."

"You know the Winchesters though," Gabriel said it loud enough for half the store to hear. "Sam and Dean are overprotective of their loved ones."

"Gabe, use your inside voice," she said. "Remember you're an angel, you could seriously hurt people just by speaking."

Mary realized the angel knew she was there. Was telling her what she needed to know for now. Her sons were in Cicero, they had families of their own and apparently those families were in danger. Mary looked at the cart the woman was pushing. Lots of junk food, and a bottle of prenatal vitamins. Was this woman Sam or Dean's loved one? She didn't know her sons as adults but instinct, or maybe hope, told her the lady was Sam's girlfriend or wife. She was what Mary had imagined for her son.

Whichever one she was she was pregnant. Mary smiled but her smile was interrupted by the angel looking directly at her. Somehow he managed to convey in her mind that they would talk later. With a flick of his wrist she found herself in a very nice hotel.

A moment later Sam's gigantic form was coming toward them.

"Yeah, that's his pissed off look Abby. I'm out of here. He's got an angel blade on him."

"I'm sure he's packing a little bit of everything Gabriel. He is very protective." But she said it to thin air he was already gone.

"So," he said with a voice three times deeper than normal. His brow was furrowed and his eyes scanned all around. "Mind telling me what you're doing out and about after a demon attack? Alone?"

He was so cute when he was trying to be stern. She saw through him though. She knew him well enough to know that he was scared underneath his stern expression. Dean was the one best at hiding his emotions. Sam had gotten better but still, she knew him.

"Gabriel was here until you showed up."

"Yeah well next time you decide to shop after being attacked by demons who want to kill you and our child bring you phone along." He handed her her phone. "Seriously Abigail, I'm not holding it together well right now. Don't make it worse."

She had patience. A lot of patience and it took a lot with him. "I'm sorry you're not taking the news well."

"What? No, no. That's not what I meant. I'm thrilled," he laughed nervously. Oh my god she thought that I wasn't happy with the news he thought to himself. "No, Abby. I'm over the moon. It's just well…not supposed to be this way."

"I know. We'll figure it out."

"I'm thrilled. I love you. I want this. It's just that there's a lot of shit associated with this." He was rambling because he didn't know what the hell to do.

"I know." She wondered when the foreboding would turn into joy at being pregnant. Weren't women supposed to be excited? Then again she wasn't a normal woman and this wasn't a normal situation.

All he wanted to do was get her back to Lisa's, where it was safe and he could keep an eye on her. He didn't know how this would work out and being a Winchester the odds were stacked against them but it would be ok. He draped a protective arm over her shoulder and walked by her side to the register.

Around midnight Mary woke up to the angel from the store sitting on the end of her bed.

"What's going on?"

"You're going to be a grandma – again," Gabriel said. "Dean's expecting a girl in four months, Sam just found out today."

"The woman in the store?"

"Abigail Colt, one of three direct descendents of Samuel Colt."

Mary gasped softly. "My son married a Colt? That's a…"

"Powerful bloodline. Yeah, I know. Campbell, Winchester, Colt. Your granddaughter's going to be something else. And that's why you were brought back. They're not married though."

"Brought back?" Memories came back to her. The fire, protecting her children from the poltergeist.

"They can't do this alone. When Sam ended the Apocalypse he asked for a few things in return. One being his parents brought back. Heaven's granting his request."

"John?"

"Somewhere, don't know where yet but he'll find you."

"Dean?"

"Has one son by a Remington and a girl on the way."

"Dean is with a Remington? My sons are working on breaking the curses."

"Yep. And that's where you come in. Things are going to get down right horrible for your family soon. They will need you to protect and pick up the pieces."

She had been given a second chance at motherhood, and she was a grandmother to boot! Could this be the normal life she craved thirty years later?

"When can I see them?"

"Soon." And with that he sent her to sleep.