Kayla found Dean with Mary, she had just finished laying out the holy oil. She slid her hand across his arm to get his attention.

"So you said you'd explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute."

Kayla spun on her heels and tried to walk out, Dean snagged her back. "Don't even think about it."

Mary looked at him expectantly. "Why does an angel want me dead?"

He looked everywhere but at her, trying to figure out what the hell to say. "Because they're dicks. I mean, ask Kayla. They really…"

Kayla saw the blood on his palm from his sigil work. "Geez, let me patch that up for you." She dug through the bag.

"I didn't even know they existed, and now I'm a target?"

"It's complicated." He glanced back to Kayla, looking for help but she was avoiding eye contact.

"Fine." She stood up. "All ears."

"You're just gonna have to trust me, okay?" He held his hand up when Kayla came back to wrap it. "Tell her I'm not crazy."

"He's not crazy." She smiled briefly and wrapped the cloth around his palm.

"I didn't say you were. Either you start talking, or we walk."

"I'm your son." He said quickly; they couldn't protect them if they left.

She eyed him. "What?"

"I'm your son, I'm sorry I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year 2010. An angel zapped us back here, not the one that attacked you, friendlier."

"You can't expect me to believe that."

He looked to Kayla and she gave him a reassuring smile. It was now or never. "Our names our Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing Hey Jude, that's your favorite Beatles song."

The water works started up and she shook her head. "I don't believe it, no."

"I'm sorry but it's true."

"I raised my kids to be hunters." She sounded disgusted with herself.

"No, you didn't."

"How could I do that to you?"

"You didn't do it." He insisted. "Because you're dead."

She closed her eyes a moment, taking everything in. "What happened?"

"Yellow Eyed Demon. He killed you, and John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life. Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born. November 2nd, 1983. Remember that date and whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run."

"It's not good enough Dean." Sam was standing behind them. "Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her, find me."

"Well then what?"

"She can leave dad, that's what. You gotta leave John."

"What?" It looked like they'd just ripped her heart out, Kayla felt for her.

"Leave John, when this is all over, walk away and never look back."

Dean put the pieces together. "So we're never born. He's right."

"I can't." She shook her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks. This was insane. "You're saying you're my children, and now you're saying…"

"You have no other choice." Sam cut her off.

Dean was in full agreement. "There's a big difference in dying, and never being born and trust me, we're okay with it I promise you that."

"Okay well I'm not."

"I'm with her." Kayla added quietly.

Dean gave her a look. "Please."

"You think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can't. I'm sorry. It's all gonna go rotten. You, are gonna die and your children, will be cursed."

"There has to be a way."

"No, this is the way. Leave John."

"I can't." She repeated.

"This is bigger than us." She had no idea how much bigger, but he wouldn't pin that one on her. She didn't need to know about Michael and Lucifer. "There are so many more lives at stake…"

"You don't understand. I can't. It's too late. I'm pregnant."

John bust into the quiet room. "Hey we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils, they're gone."

"Gone as in…"

"I drew one on the back of the door, I turned around and when I looked back again it was a smudge."

Dean looked at the one Kayla had drawn on the wall. "He's right." It was nothing readable.

Mary knelt down and touched the circle she'd just poured. "There's no more holy oil."

The lights flickered and a chill ran up Kayla's spine. As the walls began to shake, that familiar and horrid ringing was loud in their ears and the windows busted from the outside. They stayed low, covering their ears until it got quiet. The door from the kitchen swung open and a man, or angel is more like it, walked into the room.

Dean looked at him, it sure wasn't Anna. "Who the hell are you?"

He straightened his cufflinks. "I'm Uriel."

Dean stepped back instinctively. "Ah come on."

"Go." Sam backed his parents up but Anna was on the staircase.

"Well, here goes nothing."

Dean attacked Uriel, who was far stronger in his younger years. Sam tried to help him but Anna jerked the dagger from him and threw him aside. As Uriel went to work on Dean, John tried to make a grab for the weapon but Anna stood over it. She lifted him to his feet by his chin.

"Hands off." Kayla stabbed her with her own knife and grabbed the dagger.

Sam was coming towards Anna and she ripped the dagger out of her, driving it into Sam's stomach and gave it a vicious twist. He gasped in pain as the blood ran from his mouth.

"Sammy!"

John went for her again and she punched him square in the chest, sending him through the wall into the yard.

Before she could take another swipe Anna grabbed Kayla by the throat. She held her grip and looked to Mary. "I'm really, sorry."

"Anna."

She turned and immediately dropped her hold on Kayla. To everyone else it was John Winchester, but Anna knew he was a vessel. "Michael."

He walked up and put a hand on her shoulder. A bright light flushed under skin before flames emerged from her eyes and mouth, soon her whole body was engulfed in flames and she disintegrated into nothing.

"Michael," Uriel approached nervously. "I didn't know."

"Goodbye Uriel." He snapped his fingers and he disappeared.

Mary looked terrified but held a stubborn wrath in her voice. "What did you do to John?"

"John is fine." He responded soothingly.

"Who, what are you?"

"Shh…" He placed a finger to his lips, then touched her forehead and she collapsed onto the floor.