Then: Sam comes back from the pit but leaves Dean to have a 'normal' life with Lisa. Attempts to kidnap members of the founding hunting families, some successful leading to a Sidhe showdown brings the brothers together. Trying to rescue their families the Winchesters and Colts unite with Bobby. But nothing is simple and a routine rescue is about to get complicated.

Now:

Sam Winchester's dreams had always been odd and disturbing, how the hell could they be anything else? After the tragedies, the deaths, the horrors he saw on a daily basis how could he have nice, peaceful dreams? This dream was not filled with blood and unimaginable horror but instead was an emotional nightmare. He hated those much worse than the ones dripping with gore.

He was sitting on the hood of the Impala watching Dean, and Ben shooting off fireworks. Lisa was standing off in the distance watching her boys. It was a peaceful scene but in the back of Sam's mind he was waiting for the monster to come out of the woods and take his brother. The anxiety waiting for the monster to come made it difficult to concentrate on the family scene before him. However the scene continued to play out, no monster came. Everyone was just happy shooting off fireworks. His anxiety was replaced by sadness; Sam was happy watching his family but something felt missing. No, it wasn't something it was someone. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look. Jessica was smiling at him, looking exactly the same as she always had in his dreams.

"Sam, it's time. I know you loved me but it's time. You'll always hold me in your heart but things have changed. You can't have the life you wanted but you can have peace and happiness again. Find it and never let it go. Do it for me please." She kissed the top of his head and was gone.

She had always been his calm in the storm, his morale support, the one who loved him even though he kept his family secrete from her. The one who would always love him for being a normal man with big dreams. He loved her so much for that but knew their relationship, at least on his part, was built off half-truths. He had been so thankful that she wasn't part of Azazel's gang that Lucifer had him kill. He had found his angel and she was pure to the very end.

Things were his fault and it had taken him a long time to realize that and not run away. He had finally faced his inner demons and had won. The past was in the past, now it was time to focus on the future. Dean had found someone and Sam had to let his brother have his life; and Sam had to have one too.

He woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon.

Dean was enjoying watching Ben and Nessa fix breakfast. Grace was letting them dip the bread in the egg mixture for French toast, and was letting them cut out shapes in the biscuit dough. He could tell both kids were anxious and upset about their parents. However he knew kids were resilient, hell his and Sam's upbringing was a testimony to that fact. The similarities of raising Sam and helping Lisa with Ben were not lost on him. He had learned from his mistakes with Sam, Ben wouldn't have to suffer them. But again Ben would not be a hunter. Soon Lisa and Ben would be in Indiana and he and Sam would be hunting – together again.

That thought should have made him happy, and he was beyond happy that his brother was back 100% Sam, but he really felt a tie to Ben and Lisa. He knew Ben was his, the angels had it wrong, Ben was definitely his kid and he was going to be a proper father to him. He just had to figure out how to manage hunting and Ben, but with Lisa present it would be easy. They would get her back and Dean would not make the same mistakes he had made in his life before them.

Sam heard Dean laughing from the kitchen and walked into an interesting site…Dean covered with flour. He laughed too at seeing his kickass older brother completely brought to his knees by a 9 and 10 year old. So Dean could be happy in a domestic situation, Sam thought to himself. Jessica's words came back to him, it was time he found happiness again and he knew that it would involve families and bar-b-ques, and knowing his brother a healthy dose of hunting mixed in just to keep it interesting. He was thinking he could do this when he felt someone behind him.

"Nessa Marie, what have you done to our guest?"

Sam turned his head to look at Abigail. She too was laughing.

"They're helping us fix breakfast," she said as she placed a biscuit in the shape of a butterfly on the baking sheet.

Abigail walked to the stove and began helping Grace. "Uh-huh, I see they are. Sam doesn't look like he's helping," she said slyly and looked in his direction.

He shook his head no but it was too late. The kids, Dean included, had dragged him into the kitchen and dusted him with flour.

"Now he's helping," Nessa said as she handed him a cookie cutter in the shape of a dinosaur.

Bobby joined them after the flour fight was over. He didn't even want to know why his boys were covered in flour. Both of them were laughing and seemed relaxed, that was good enough for him. They were together, laughing, having a normal time, doing something completely mundane and loving it. Perhaps he imagined it, perhaps his years of hunting had honed his perception but he could have swore that there was a look in Sam's eyes bordering on adoration as he dusted flour out of Abigail's reddish-brown hair.

Grace almost dropped the gravy spoon when she saw her niece actually letting someone touch her hair! Abigail was not the touchy feely type; but she wasn't stopping Sam Winchester from dusting the flour out of her hair. Even as a child no one but her mom and dad could brush her hair or touch it…just one of her quirks. It had to be the exchange of blood between them she thought. A bloodoath had been formed between them years ago and if allowed to flow naturally, in each other's presence, would grow into something powerful – something that would protect the families in years to come. She only hoped her niece wouldn't fight it…but Abigail was most definitely stubborn and would fight it to the last breath. In Abby's mind there had only been one person meant for her and he had been killed by a Siren shortly after Nessa was born.

The moment was over quickly however. Leaving Grace with hope, and Bobby questioning what he saw.

Lisa had no idea how long she had been asleep but waking up she realized she was no longer in a dark cell but on a soft sofa and there was the smell of food in the air.

"Dean," she said as she took in her surroundings. The room was made of dark wood ornately decorated. There was a fireplace but no fire, the color scheme was a bright red and gold. On a dark table was food and drink. Her stomach growled; it had been a long time since she had eaten. She looked around for Allan but didn't see him.

"Please, have a seat my dear." Lisa recognized their captor's voice.

Everything in her resisted the urge to obey but she had no control over her movements. She sat down at the table. A second later a large figure, with the face hidden was sitting opposite her.

"Eat, you must be hungry."

"Where's Allan?"

"He's fine."

"Where am I?" She was compelled to eat and the food was delicious.

"You're home. Well not your home technically but your ancestor's home. The Remington Estate. And I must say you brighten up this dull place with your radiance."

"Screw you," she said angrily as she tried to get up. She couldn't move anything but her arms and hands!

The thing on the other side of the table didn't move, just sighed. "You resemble my Mary in so many ways. Same beautiful dark hair, same bone structure, same feisty attitude."

"Did you keep her locked up in a cell too?"

"No, no one could keep my sister locked up or stop her from doing what she wanted. I miss her the most. "

"You're not getting my sympathy."

"I don't want your sympathy. I knew the consequences of my actions. They were only bearable because I knew that one day I would have everything I wanted. And that day is drawing near."

"What do you want?"

"I want my sister back, I want to see the last Winchester dying at my hand, I want the Colts to pay in their blood for their ancestor's betrayal of me, I want the ghosts to watch as I finally claim what should have been mine from the beginning."

"You're fucking crazy," Lisa said.

The heavy door opened and Allan came in. He rushed to Lisa's side.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," she said before he was sitting beside her. Like her, he felt compelled to do what their captor wanted.

"Now that you have company my dear I will leave. Eat, enjoy."

Their captor was gone. "What the hell," Allan asked?

Lisa retold him what she had been told but it didn't help him find an answer to their predicament but at least he knew where they were. There was one thing he could try, though he didn't know if it would work. Him and Abigail being twins had a special bond, one could describe it as psychic, so if he could somehow project the fact that they were at the Remington Estate to her they would be better prepared for what they were up against.

During breakfast Grace explained what she had managed to find about what was happening to the families. She had to make some guesses to fill in the gaps but she was now certain who they were dealing with. But in order to fully explain what was going on she had to delve deep into the families histories and reopen wounds.

"Samuel Colt had three children, Bessie, Sam Jr., and John. The Winchesters had four sons: Simon James, Christopher, and David. The Remingtons were Mary, Zachirah, Charles, and Pearl. All the children grew up to be hunters, and they all entered into a bloodoath."

"What exactly is a bloodoath," Dean asked?

"Each person cuts their hand and then shakes on it while vowing to protect and serve each other."

"So blood is transferred. Not the most hygienic means," Sam said as he ate a slice of bacon.

Grace went back to her narration. "The children hunted together and eventually closer bonds were formed between them. Bessie Colt and Mary Remington were inseparable for most of their lives. Simon and David Winchester were close friends with Sam Jr. and Charles Remington. In society you never saw a Colt without a Remington or Winchester and vice versa. They were a force to be reckoned with and they kept evil away, both human and non-human for several years."

"So the bloodoaths were between all children, what about bloodties," Abigail asked?

"Bloodties would come with the children born from a union of the families. There were several attempts but until Ben none were successful."

"So what happened," Bobby asked?

"The children began to break the bloodoaths. The first one to break was between Charles Remington and Simon Winchester, soon all the Winchesters had broken oaths with the Remingtons."

"Over?"

"Charles fatally wounded Simon on a hunting trip. He claimed it was an accident but David Winchester didn't think so. After Simon died David accused Charles of killing his brother on purpose and wanted justice."

"Why did he think Charles killed Simon on purpose?"

"That's one area I had to guess," Grace said taking a sip of coffee. "I have the journals of Bessie and Mary and it seems that perhaps Charles was possessed at the time that he shot Simon. Mary's journal tries to find a reason for her brother's strange behavior before and after the incident but she abruptly stops writing about it after he disappears."

"So Charles was possessed and then disappears," Sam asked?

"Seems so. I think David was right in assuming that he had killed his brother on purpose. In Bessie's personal journal she mentions several times that Charles' behavior had changed and that he was a danger to them. Things seem to have gotten better with Charles, he was acting like himself. Wen it was announced that Bess and Simon were engaged a freak snow storm hit, cattle died in the fields, and the water turned red for two days. A week later Simon was shot by Charles. Charles couldn't remember pulling the trigger or anything before."

"So Simon and Bessie were to be married," Abigail said with surprise. "And Simon and Charles were friends right?"

"Yes. They were very good friends from all I can find."

"Sounds like possession," Bobby said. "And with demonic omens on the day they were engaged – sounds like heavy duty black magic."

"So Charles was pissed off his best friend got the girl and decided to gank him. I don't know about Colt history but I'm guessing he didn't get the girl."

"Well Samuel wasn't exactly a saint," Abigail said. "He did some pretty dark stuff too in order to protect his family. If Charles was using magic to harm the families then he wouldn't have been able to get to Bessie because of Samuel's activities. And if he had tried it would have ended very badly for him, eventually."

"So what happened to Bessie," Nessa asked?

"She died shortly after Simon."

"From a broken heart?" Nessa was asking.

Grace looked to Abigail for approval before she would tell the child what happened to Bessie. Abigail shook her head no. There would be a bunch of questions from her niece and they didn't have time for it now.

"Yes, from a broken heart. Charles disappears after Bess' funeral and no one heard from him again. A year later John Colt, the youngest Colt, disappears on his brother's wedding day. The body is never found."

"Sam Jr. married Mary Remington," Abigail filled the gap. But she dies in childbirth along with the baby and Sam Jr. marries outside the families and that is where our line comes from."

"So we think Charles Remington made a deal with a devil for dark powers, screwed the families, and skipped town." Dean tried to sum it up.

"Yes. And I think he is back and responsible for the attacks and abductions."

"Why would he wait so long to make his move?"

"He is probably weak, cut off from the source of his power – family. The Remingtons scattered after his disappearance and the bloodlines weakened."

"And if the Apocalypse happened then he wouldn't have to do anything; he would have a get out of jail free card. But since the Winchesters stopped it he has had to come up with other means to get power back."

"My friend Cas seems to think he is a demi-god," Dean said.

"That is possible. I think he realizes that he isn't getting out from his deal and has to find a way to make himself strong so he can once again be free."

"And demi-gods usually need blood, and lots of it to keep up their strength."

"He needs the blood of the founding families to make himself strong enough to wreck havoc , but then he also knows that if the families unite they can defeat him."

The adults at the table knew what this might mean for Lisa and Allan but didn't want to upset the kids. Abigail was becoming an emotional wreck thinking that her brother could already be dead, drained of blood, but nothing was certain.

"Where's the Remington Estate," she asked suddenly?

"Packing, New Mexico."

"That's where we are going first," Sam replied.

"That's where they are." She hugged her niece tightly. "We're going to get your dad back!"

"How do you know that's where they are," Bobby asked not really skeptical but more curious?

"It's a twin thing and difficult to explain. Allan and I have a special bond, we think it came from being in the womb together. I was thinking about him when the Remington Estate popped into my head. And since it's where we are heading they have to be there."

"I hope you're right," he said as they got up from the table.

"Nessa, Ben will you help me clean up breakfast," aunt Grace asked?

"Yep," they answered in unison.

"Gear up, Abby. I'll bring them out when you are ready to go," Grace said to her niece.

By noon they were ready to head to New Mexico. The Impala was loaded, Abigail's Jeep was geared up with every type of demi-god killing implement imaginable, and Bobby's van was carrying his weapons and some explosives – just in case. It was hard saying goodbye to her niece but she would see her soon, and have Allan with her. Dean told Ben to mind Grace and take care of Nessa. Ben agreed and gave Dean a huge hug. The hug made Dean more determined to bring Lisa home and to attempt to have a family life with them. He looked at Ben then at Sam and for once felt at peace. The Winchesters could have a simple life, as long as they had each other and those they loved around them.

Next time: Sam and Abby's bloodoath causes some trouble in New Mexico, Cas appears in his function to make the story jump along quicker by offering explanations, Charles attacks, and a few flashbacks to the 1800s.