A/N: OKAY so one more chapter after this T.T Jeez. I hate when I plan to end it but then end up writing more XD Oh well. So most of you voted for option 1 in the previous chapter. Look forward for that story next!

Expect mistakes, misspellings, errors etc. Will fix when I can! My phone auto corrects ALOT. lol

Enjoy ^^

Mary kept her distance and silently watched from the foot of the stairs as Dean held Sam close, muttering reassurances to his unconscious sibling in some way of comforting him. Even from her position at the stairway she could see Dean's hand gripping Sam's ruined shirt, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, Dean's shoulders drawn up with slowly building tension as the worry and anger began to bleed through his usually calm and stoic posture.

Even though these men, her sons, were grown up and practically strangers to her, that familiar concern a mother had for her child was something that never disappeared. It threatened to consume her, to knock her to her knees at Sam's side and comfort him. She wanted more than anything to run over to her youngest and place his head on her lap and tell him everything was going to be alright, to run her fingers through his outstandingly long brown locks in an attempt to sooth his pain through a gentle touch.

As she watched the scene in front of her, she knew that her love wasn't what Sam needed at that moment. He may need medical attention, lots of bed rest and medicine, his wounds bad enough to cause serious infection, but more than anything Sam needed his big brother.

Sam needed Dean.

Sam and Dean. She remembered them as a new born baby and a rowdy four year old, two small children who stole her heart as soon as they were introduced to the world. They were the best thing, aside from John, that has ever happened to her and for the small time they spent together as a family was precious moments she wouldn't take anything for.

Mary regretted not being a part of their life. She should have been there, watching them grow, watching as they made a full and happy life doing the things they wanted. To be witness To their teenage years up until they had grey hairs and were old men living to be ninety.

She never wanted them to be a part of hunting.

It hurt alot, to know she couldn't shelter them from it like she had wanted in the beginning but she didn't count on being killed by he yellow eyed demon, to be ripped out of her cozy life as a mother and wife.

Mary knew something was bound to happen because of her desperation to get John back. The demon didn't state what it was he wanted, he didn't need to, knowing that it definitely wasn't anything good, but, her love for John was endless. Seeing him laying so still and dead in her arms was more than enough to make her say yes. Johns skin already turning cold and his skin going pale. She couldn't handle seeing him like that. He was suppose to be alive. They were suppose to get married and have kids and have a long life. Her heart broke and nothing could piece back the pieces unless John was breathing. So it was easy to say yes to the demon when he made her the offer of bringing him back.

She didn't think, didn't hesitate. Her hunter instincts were screaming at her to just kill the demon but her human instincts? They were clawing at her to say yes and have John alive in her arms again. She went with the later, ignoring the fear that crept up her spine. Even the curiosity at what the demon wanted many years later was overshadowed by her need to be with John again.

Was it a mistake?

Mary didn't know but John was revived and her tears flowed and she enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. Nothing else was more important than him being alive with his heart beating against her own chest.

Did she regret it?

Yes and no. She would make that deal over again, no questions asked. She loved John that much. If she had known exactly what the demon wanted in the beginning she would have done things differently. It wasn't her death that she feared, no, it was Sam. After all, it was because of her selfish decision that the demon came for him that night.

Words could never make up for the hell Sam must have endured.

Mary swallowed the lump in her throat. Sam was a mess. His hair was soaked from sweat and stuck to his pale skin. Blood covered his flushed cheeks and most of his clothing. From where she stood, she could also see small tremors wracking his body making him shiver in Deans arms. A ping of sympathy rushed through her at his rough appearance.

Dean used the hand that wasn't supporting his little brothers large frame to check Sam's head, almost reeling back from the heat coming off the kids forehead in waves. "Dammit." He muttered under his breath.

With gentle care, he lifted his sasquatch of a brother up, almost losing balance as Sam's dead weight leaned into him for full support. The last 24 hours had took a toll on Dean. His own body was weighted down by exhaustion and concern, not sleeping the previous night as he frantically searched for any clues on Sam's location. It was constant hours of dead ends and thoughts of whether Sam was okay, if he was hurt, or worse. Him, Mary and Cas looked but always ended up with the same results and question:

Where was Sam?

That was one question Dean could do without.

Throwing one of Sam's long arms around his neck, he used his own arm to wrap around his brothers waist. A person was much heavier when they were unconscious and Sammy was heavy on a regular basis. Now that he was dead weight pressed up against Dean's side he struggled a little more than usual to hold him up.

"Dean. Here, let me," Mary motioned to Sam's unoccupied side and quickly went to help her sons.

Dean's tensed when Mary threw Sam's arm over her shoulders. It was a natural response that he gave whenever anyone came close to Sam. His 'Protect Sammy' notch always hit 'danger' whenever someone touched his littler brother, especially in the state Sam was in. His brother was unconscious and vulnerable with no way of defending himself.

Sure, this was his mother not some stranger or monster that was threatening to hurt Sam. He understood her concern and need to help. It was out of instinct that any mother had for their child. Dean could see the worry shinning in Mary's sapphire orbs, lines forming on her forehead for Sam's safety. Even though Mary has been absent all their life, she easily slid into mother mode and was ready to protect her sons. He could see it in her eyes.

The moment Dean saw her standing in the field was one of the shocking but happiest moments of his life. He never thought he would see her again for obvious reasons. Yet, to his surprize Mary was there. A little confused and with no memories of when she was a spirit and saved them, but she was alive and that's all Dean needed.

All that they both needed.

He relaxed when most of the weight tipped to the other side.

Mary took half of Sam's weight, glancing at Dean when she heard a low sigh come from him. "You okay?" She asked softly, knowing he was barely keeping his composure at seeing Sam so battered.

Dean grunted, not really an answer, though Mary knew it was a 'yes'. "Let's just get Sammy home. Need to take care of him."

Mary smiled in awe at the man Dean had become. He was strong and dependent, clearly someone you didn't want to mess with, without getting a serious beat down. He carried himself with efficiency and effectiveness. Dean was brave but under all the 'badass' bravados' there was a soft side to him as well. Something he had gotten from her, apparently.

It was the love for his little brother.

"Yeah. He needs medical attention." Mary nodded as they started the painful climb up the stairs, pausing when Sam let out a low whimper.

Dean soothed, "I gotcha, Sammy." He looked down and noticed Sam's bandaged foot hit one of the stairs bending it back slightly. "Easy. His foot looks banged up." He threw over to Mary.

She nodded in understanding and glanced down at the swollen foot. The bandaged was quickly being stained with a yellow and red color; blood and infection.

"Come on. Easy does it, lurch." Dean breathed out, his hold fighting, as he started moving forward, this time with even more concern for Sam's injuries. If that was even possible.

Once they reached the top door, Dean looked over to the limp body on the floor. Raising a brow, he turned to his mother in question.

"I knocked her out then followed you down there. You didn't think i'd turn my back on her?" She stated a matter of fact.

Dean smiled, impressed. "Way to go mom." The grin faded with one look at Sam's bloody face. Hang in there Sam, Cas will fix ya right up.

"Don't worry. He'll be alright." Mary's voice floated past his worried thoughts.

Dean eyes her for a moment. He was about to say something but whatever it had been died on his tongue.

"You Winchesters. You're so naive. You really think he's going to be alright?"

All eyes went to the conscious women of letters who was trying to pick herself off the ground.

Mary, not losing her hold on Sam, grabbed the gun from the safety of her waist and aimed it at her. She was more than ready to pull the trigger after what she had done to her son.

"Just what the hell does that mean?"

Mary looked over to Dean to see the rage swarming in his darkened eyes. She only knew him a few days and already she knew just how scary he could be. At least, when it came to Sam. It was a look that could make a demon tremble in fear and she was glad to not be on the receiving end. She couldn't say as much for the women, though. Only, Toni didn't seem to be moved by it.

Toni managed to get to her feat, a bit unsteadily. Blood smeared the side of her face from Mary's gun being smashed in the side of her face. She was breathing hard but her face remained neutral, seemingly unfazed by Dean's demeanor and murderous glare. "Its gonna get worse. The drug I injected into him? It has three stages. He passed two. Well, by the looks of it he wouldn't have even passed that if not for you two ruining his little suicide attempt." She smirked, amused by the anger in the mans eyes, satisfied by the reaction.

If not for keeping Sam upright, Dean would have lunged for her right then and there but he was more focused on making sure his brother didn't face plant. He was more concerned getting him to safety and taking care of his injuries. They were already wasting more time than they needed too, but his emotions were getting to a dangerously high level. It took everything in him not to kill the crazed women. There was alot Dean Winchester could keep under control. This was not one of them. Sam was hurt, tortured by the women standing in front of him, the women who was smiling in sick fascination at Dean's expression. Her taunting voice trying to break what little composure he had left.

He had to focus. Something she said caught his attention. "Three stages of what?" He demanded with authority, worry for his brother leaking through to the surface.

Mary also wore an uneasy expression, Toni's words registering in her mind along with their meaning. "Just what is the third stage?"

Toni switched her unyielding gaze to Mary. "He called you 'mom'. You're Mary Winchester? You're suppose to be dead."

Mary scrunched her eyes together in confusion. "How do you-"

Dean interrupted her. "Lets just call it a little gratitude gift from Gods sister. Now are you going to tell me what you did to Sam?"

Toni actually looked confused at the new information but none the less, dropped the subject on Mary. "The three stages. First is hallucinations. Trust me. He had plenty of those." She smiled.

Dean winced. Hallucinations was something his brother knew on a clear basis. Sam had them for months after his soul was brought back from the cage. Lucifer being the number one image he saw awake or asleep and even though his brother managed to fall under into a slumber Lucifer always tormented his mind and he awoke as quick as he fell asleep. Often times screaming for Dean, or in a cold sweat with a look of hopelessness and loss on his face. Dean was also there at his side every time trying to sooth away those invisible fears. Usually anything coming close to terrorizing Sam Dean would just get rid of it with a icy stare and a bullet but hallucinations were one thing that Dean could not destroy no matter how much he wanted to.

They got rid of the devil, but he still had a firm grip on Sam.

Fortunately, thanks to Cas Sam was spared any more pain from the fallen angel. Dean hadn't been more thankful even if he did feel bad for Cas. He had reversed the effect and instead of Sam seeing Lucifer it was Cas.

Sam was better and no longer in looney land.

Dean side-glanced at Sam, a feeling of helplessness making it's self known.

Sam's face was visibly pained. His eyebrows came slightly together as if he was stuck in a nightmare and sweat still glistened on his forehead. He needed to get Sam to the bunker. It was obvious that he was in a great amount of pain even if he wasn't conscious. Dean had a sinking feeling that Sam was seeing things in his subconscious that were anything but comforting.

Toni's voice knocked him from his deep thoughts. "Second stage. Well you should know. His sanity was put to the test. All it took was one thing to break him. Don't exactly know what considering you Winchesters' have a long list of guilt eating at you."

Mary blinked. Her chest felt unbearably tight. A part of her knew the women was telling the truth. Whenever she looked at Dean, whenever she met his gaze, she could see it. The look of someone who's been through too much, who has seen too much. As guarded as her son tried to be, it didn't go past her seeing eyes because she just knew. Her boys have been put through more than anyone ever should. She didn't know what and wasn't sure she wanted to know, but it was something that made her chest ache in sympathy.

A new voice startled them all. "This is a mess."

Dean turned his attention to the door to find a man, along with Cas standing there. "Cas? I thought the house was warded."

The man answered, "Oh it was but I undid them. I am sorry about what happened. It seems one of our subordinates went about without our regards. She will be punished." The man stated looking disappointingly at her then looked back at the Winchesters. "I assure you that we are on the same side."

Toni was looking down at the floor, resigned.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Right, because torturing those on the same side is just a fun kick." Dean tightened his hold on Sam, recalling how they tortured and tried to break his brother. Tried, or probably did, Dean hoped for the earlier.

He smiled. "I could have easily came here fully undetected and killed you without a second thought. Yet, I didn't and even brought down the warding's so your angel could come in." He gestured to Cas, who eyed him wearily.

"So, you'll let us walk out of here. No tricks, and what about her?" Mary asked, her hand tightening on the gun she still had pointed at Toni. "What about Sam? What is the third stage?"

"Yes. You're free to go. As for Toni, we will punish her for what she's done. It seems she used a powerful drug that was fused with witch craft. If its the one im familiar with, the third stage would be dream state hallucinations." He answered easily.

"Dream state hallucinations?" Mary repeated in confusion.

"Yes. It's a way to break down the individuals mind with memories that can easily tear them apart."

Both Mary's and Dean's breath hitched.

"I'm sorry." He said again with a little sympathy.

"How about you leave her here and she'll get her punishment." Dean said. It wasn't a question but more of a statement, words spoken with venom.

"I cant. She's ours. As I said, you are free to go." With that said, the man used his finger and signaled Toni to come to him.

Toni sighed and walked over to him without protest, giving one hateful glance to them before walking out of the house following him.

Cas was at their side in an instant, already taking in Sam's bloody form. "Is he alive?" He asked.

"Yeah. Barely. I swear, if I ever see her again," Dean left the threat unfinished and instead focused his attention back on Sam. "Can you get us back to the bunker?"

"My grace isn't fully replenished but I should be able to get us back and take care of most Sam's injuries." Cas confirmed placing both fingers to Dean's and Mary's foreheads and proceeded in taking them to the place they now called home.