The Impala was parked outside the garage and they quickly split up to take different doors. Cas would be a big help right about now, they did their best to fill Mary in on fighting with an angel. Nothing they came up with sounded positive.

Dean was the first on in. He saw his dad go crashing down onto one of the cars and he swung the dagger down towards Anna. Since things could never go according to plan for them, she spun around and grabbed his wrist with one hand, his throat with the other.

"Wish I could say it's good to see you Anna." He choked out.

"You too Dean." She threw him out the window.

Mary was right behind him to pick up the dagger and she confronted Anna. She was a talented hunter; she got several good moves in and managed to at least cut the bitch on the palm before she got launched.

The scene was similar to a horror movie. Mary scrambled across the car to get away from her, Anna just calmly walked towards her intended victim. The blade being out of reach, Kayla searched for something heavy to slow her down. She settled on a sledgehammer.

"Anna!" She yelled out, and hit her in the face as she turned to face her.

Mary took the opportunity and drove a crowbar into her back. Anna stopped and coughed up blood, then slowly pulled the intrusion out of her body. She turned to face Mary again.

"Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."

"No, but you can distract them." Anna was too late. By the time she looked up and saw Sam, the symbol on the wall had already been drawn. He pressed his hand to the center and Anna disappeared.

Mary looked down at John and saw the confusion in his eyes, the betrayal. Everything had been blown open all at once; he'd seen her fighting Anna, he'd seen how good she was at it. Throw the mysterious 'cousins' into the mix and you've got a hell of a lot of explaining to do. He climbed to his feet.

"What the hell was that?"

"An angel." She told him, there was no use in lying now.

"An angel." He repeated, clearly not believing it. "You guys killed an angel."

"No," Sam answered. "Not killed, just sent away and it's not permanent. We need to move."

"Not before I get some damn answers! How did you know how to fight that thing? It slung me across the room like a tennis ball and you…you just…"

"Because I know how. Okay? I know how to kill monsters."

Dean cleared his throat to break the following silence. "We um, we really…"

"Shut up." He snapped. "What are you talking about?"

Mary looked between them and swallowed hard. "I hunt, no, I used to hunt monsters. Ghosts, demons, you know, monsters. My parents showed me how, they were hunters too." Her eyes shone with tears, she never wanted him to know any of this.

"And you?" He turned to them.

"Also, hunters." Dean confirmed. "Look I know this is a lot all at once, but we're not kidding about the angel. She'll be back, and she'll probably bring back up."

"I know where we can go." Mary offered.

So they all piled into the Impala, John and Mary in the front, kids in the back. If he hadn't been mad as hell it would have been funny. He was still in shock over the whole thing as they drove back towards the house.

"Monsters. Monsters are real?"

"Yes." Mary sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"And you fight them? All of you?"

"Yeah." Sam answered quietly.

"How long?" He demanded, looking at his wife.

She answered timidly. "All my life. John, just try to understand…"

Dean tried to help her out. "The reason she never told you…"

"Shut up all of you!" He yelled. "Not another word or I swear to God I will turn this car around!"

"Wow." Dean muttered quietly. "Awkward family road trip."

Sam tried not to laugh. "No kidding."

Mary really had known where to go. The house was ancient but it had hunter written all over it. Devil traps on the floors, iron fixtures, salt, holy water, a small arsenal, it was too bad they weren't gearing up for a battle with a spirit, or a demon even.

"All that stuff will do is piss it off." Sam pointed out.

"So what will kill it? Or, slow it down at least."

"Not much." He admitted.

She laughed nervously. "Great."

Dean set his bag on the table. "We said not much, not nothing. We packed." He unfolded a wrinkled piece of paper. "You put this symbol up, and she comes close, it'll beam her right off the star ship."

Sam pulled out the clay jug Cas had given them. "This is holy oil, it's kind of like a devil's trap for angels. Come on, I'll show you how it works."

As they walked out John came closer to the table. "So what's the deal with the thing on the paper?"

Dean handed it to him. "It's a sigil, it…"

"I don't care what it means, where does it go?"

"On a wall or a door."

"How big should I make it?"

"John…"

"What? You guys might have treated me like a fool but I'm not useless. I can draw a damn, whatever it is, a sigil."

"You know what?" Kayla smiled slightly and took her blade out of the bag. "I'll handle the sigils."

Dean nodded and looked at his father. "Why don't you go help Sam out, this has gotta be done in human blood."

He took Dean's knife off the table and unsheathed it to cut his hand. "So. How big?"

"You wanna show him?" He nodded to Kayla and shook his head a with a quiet laugh.

John didn't think any of this was funny. "What?"

"All of a sudden you really remind me of my dad."

"Yeah he does doesn't he?" Kayla took the paper and motioned him into the next room. "It can really be on any flat surface, just make it easily accessible. You'll probably be using it in a hurry." She flattened the paper on a nightstand. "As far as size, probably about…" she showed him on the wall. "This big, because your hand has to fit all the way in the circle but you don't want to be worried too much about aim."

"Okay." He stroked two fingers along his palm and started drawing a circle on the wall. "So it's…common, this hunter thing?"

"Well it's not as rare as you think, but the majority of the population doesn't know about it. It's kind of a hunter's job to keep them from finding out."

He shook his head and continued the symbol. "Keeping the monsters in the closet. Are there a lot of women hunters?"

"Um, not so much. I've met some…more men I guess are in the field." She cleared her throat. "You have this?"

"Yeah." He answered, making sure to sound confident. "No problem."