"That can't be very comfortable," Dean remarked in a soft voice, at one point.
"After what he's been through, I don't think I can complain about being a little cramped," Mary pointed out. "What's really weird is that to me, a couple of weeks ago, he was 6 months old. I could carry him around. How did something so small get to be so huge?"
John chuckled. "I actually watched it happen and I can't believe it."
"Here we are," Dean said. "Speaking of nobody wanting to carry him, you'd better wake him up."
"Sam," Mary said, and tapped him on the shoulder.
Sam jerked awake violently.
"I'm sorry."
Sam looked around and realized he was with his family. Not with that crazy British chick and not back in Hell. "may fault," he said.
They all walked up to Sam's room and he got in bed. "I'm kind of awake now. Can you all stay and keep me company?"
John, Mary, and Dean pulled up chairs.
"Sam, Dean told me that he travelled back in time twice and met us then. Did you come, too?" Mary asked.
"Wait, what?" John hadn't heard about this, yet.
"Yeah," Dean answered. "A couple of years after you died, I went back in time and met you in 1973, then a little over a year later, both Sam and I went back and met you in 1979."
"Why don't I remember?" John asked.
"An angel wiped your memories," Sam supplied.
"So, wait, 1973, did you meet my dad, Dean?"
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. "Uh, yeah," Dean said, he didn't want to tell her about meeting him later.
"What was that look?" Mary asked.
They exchanged another look. "Out with it," Mary said in her best "mom" voice.
"Samuel came back from the dead, too. This demon named Crowley brought him back to capture alpha monsters."
Too much weird in that sentence, Mary decided. She just cut to the chase. "Is he still alive?"
"No, I shot him while he was possessed by a monster," Sam said avoiding her eyes.
"I'm sure he was great the first time around, Mom, but death changed him or something. He was not a good person," Dean added.
Sam didn't want to think about his soulless year. He had all of his memories of it since the wall broke and Samuel had at least been a better person than he was.
Mary couldn't imagine her father being a bad person, but she decided to let the suject drop. he was dead now. It wasn't as if Sam murdered him. These things happene din the hunting world.
"So, I assume no grandchildren?" Mary asked.
"Nope," Sam and Dean said in unison.
"not to change the subject, but I was sorry to hear about Bobby," John said. That man had been as much of a father, maybe even a better one, to the boys as he had. "What happened?"
"Shot in the head," Dean said. "About 5 years ago."
"Who's Bobby?" Mary asked.
"A real good friend," Sam said, not wanting to hurt his father's feelings by saying their second dad.
"Did you guys ever discover the Roadhouse? There's some people there that might be real interested in this bunker," John said, mainly thinking of Ash. He tried not to think of Ellen and little Joe. He would alway blame himself for Bill.
Sam and Dean exchanged another look. "Yeah, it burned down. With a lot of hunters inside," Dean shivered as he remembered the ashes and bones that he and Bobby discovered that day.
"Ellen and Jo?" John asked.
"No, but they died later," Sam answered, knowing a lot of these deaths were directly on him. Him and his destiny thta he never seemed to fight hard enough.
"Is anybody I know still alive?" john asked.
"A few of your more distant acquaintances," Dean said. "Bobby, Ellen, and Jo are gone. You already know about Jim and Caleb. Jefferson died of a heart attack a couple of years ago, if you can believe that." He was one of the few hunters he knew of that died of natural causes.
"Hey, I met this one really gung ho hunter I really liked once. His name was Gordon Walker. He still around."
Sam had been taking a sip of water and he started coughing it out.
Dean laughed. "not big fans of his. He's dead."
"How did he die?" John asked.
"He turned into a vampire and Sam decapitated with with barbed wire. It was the coolest thing ever."
"You're sick, Dean," Sam said shaking his head.
"Not his fault if he got turned. That why you don't like him?" John asked.
"No. I hated him because he was always trying to kill Sam. Because he was psychic and evil as far as Gordon was concerned."
"You're pshychic?" Mary asked.
"Not anymore. Because of the demon blood that Yellow Eyes dripped in my mouth, I would have visions. Usually involving something to do with him or the other kids he did that, too. But, when he died, those went away." He wondered if he should tell them about how he drank demon bloods and had the other psychic powers of exorcising and killing demons. He stole a glance at Dean. Dean gave a subtle shake of the head. Dad would probably scream his head off and Mom was just getitng to know Sam. This wasn't good first impression material.
Sam yawned.
"We should probably all get some sleep," John said.
SSS
Sam woke up. He felt the room getting really hot. Like really, really, really hot, and a red light shone under the door. "Hello?" he asked.
The door opened, and the red light now totally infused the room.
"Hiya, Sammy."
"Lucifer," Sam breathed. He looked like Nick. That was impossible. So, this had to be a dream. "You're not real."
"Are you sure about that?" Lucifer asked as he approached the bed.
Sam stood up. "Dean!" he yelled.
"I don't think we want Dean horning in on our fun, do we, Sammy?" Lucifer asked as he pushed Sam back down on the bed.
Sam tried to get up again, but found he couldn't move. Lucifer put his ice cold hands under Sam's shirt and pulled away until the shirt ripped in two pieces.
"Please, don't," Sam whispered. He knew what was coming next.
"you know I love it when you beg, Sammy."
He did know that, but didn't seem to ever be able to deny him that pleasure. Lucifer pulled up his right hand and it morphed into Freddy Kruger's. Sam just watched as it descended towards his belly. "DEEAAANNNNN!" He screamed as it tore into his tender flesh.