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*5 years later*

He knew he probably shouldn't leave but there was no other choice. For days, hell its been months since he has last been out in the field killing demons. Staring at the door, he gripped his gun tightly before opening it fully. Walking with confident strides, he felt a sudden surge of rebellion. Mary didn't know he was leaving and if she would train him for 5 years, she wouldn't really have a problem with him going out for a quick shot. He had recently called Ellen and her husband to see if he would be able to go for a hunt. But to be honest, John was scared. No. He wasn't just scared, he was petrified. What if he ran into his children? What would happen then? He would never kill them. He couldn't ever kill them. John was supposed to be a brave and mighty hunter but no. Not only was he trained by Mary, but he was shaking with fear. This was one thing he would never be able to heal from. His children were taken from him and all Mary wanted was to train so they could hunt them down? No. He would find the bastard that took them in the first place and shove a bullet down it's throat. John froze for a minute and realized he had rolled his hands into fists. Taking a calm breath, he released his grip and looked around to see that he was right in front of his Chevy Impala. He smirked a little at his vehicle before climbing in and looking, out of habit, in the rear view mirror. His smirk faded instantly as he realized his kids weren't in the back seat, and he doubted that they would be. They use to sit side by side, Sam in his carry on and Dean in his booster seat. Sam would be 5 and Dean would be 9 right now. Grinding his teeth together, he put the car in reverse and began to drive down the road.

*back to where Mary is*

Mary froze. Something was off. She had been putting her gun back together again and then taking it apart for nearly 2 hours now. John must have stopped practicing since everything was silent. Carefully placing her now repaired gun in her pocket, she slowly crept down the steps. She heard whispering and part of her was relieved he was there. But that moment quickly disappeared as she realized that there were three voices. Mary gulped and pressed her back to the wall and peered around the corner of the room. She saw two kids and a man.

"Now boys, you know what the job is, right?" The man said in a raspy voice.

"Yessir." The two kids responded.

"Good. Now we have company, go entertain her." He said with a chuckle before disappearing completely.

Mary froze as the two children turned steadily towards her. A sob left her lips as she saw the distinct features on the boys' faces. The older one had freckles, green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. He was smiling at her and Mary had to look away but her eyes just went to the younger one. He must have been about five and had curly brown hair, blue green eyes, and a dimple to complete it.

The older of the two smiled even more. "Hello mom."

Mary felt tears pouring out as she placed a shaking hand on her mouth. "No..." she whispered.

"Mommy, it's Dean." He spoke calmly.

"No you're not... You can't be." She sobbed.

"Momma," the younger one said, his lower lip pouting. "It's Sammy. De you said she know."

Dean calmly placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "She does she just won't admit it. You gave up on us didn't you?"

Mary stood up, her knees shaking and anger boiling in her eyes. "I never gave up and I never WILL give up. You are MY kids."

Something flickered across Dean's face but it was gone within a second. "Not anymore. We work for Azazel."

A growl rumbled through Mary's throat. "Well Dean I want you to do something for me okay honey? Tell him, if he wants you two, he has to go through my dead body."

Dean blinked and pulled Sammy closer. Mary reached a hand out to stop him but she knew they wouldn't listen.

"Mommy why? He's not a bad man. We can be a team." Dean asked innocently.

Mary bit her lip as she continued to sob softly. "I can't."

Dean's eyes darkened and he held Sammy's hand with a glare. "Fine. But just so you know, you had your chance. But we will get you back mother. Whether you like it or not, this is who we are."

Mary shook her head violently as her now broken voice shrieked. "Please come back home, please."

"No."

Mary locked eyes with Sammy who was trying not to cry. "What's wrong?"

Sam shook slightly and blobs of tears fell down his face. "I-I don't know who exactly y-you a-are."

She calmly reached out a hand to her son but heard a protective growl from Dean. Mary pulled her hand back and swallowed.

"It's okay Sammy. You will soon." This time she locked eyes with Dean with a warning glance. "You will know who I am."

Dean scowled but that same flash from earlier came across his face. Mary knew they both remembered something but each time she tried to make them know, a flash of remembrance would go through his features. But her moment with the boys was short lived as Azazel appeared again.

"Boys, what did she say?" He said with a smirk.

Dean gulped and she saw fear in his eyes but that disappeared. "She said no."

Azazel made a tsk noise and grinned down at her. "Well Mary we all will see you soon. Next time, I hope you make a wiser choice."

Before she could speak or even say a simple goodbye, Azazel was gone yet again with her children. This time, however, Mary was truly and utterly alone.