Mary mushed Dean, baby Samuel, and her husband John into the Impala, closing the doors behind them and strapping the kids in. Not even sparing a glance back to her home. It must've been that demon - she thought to herself. It was the only shadowy figure in the house, as she made sure to put just a few demon-warding sigils around Sam's room, just to make sure. So whatever demon it was, it was planning on doing whatever it took to get to the baby, but why?

"Where are we going?" Dean asked tiredly, leaning his head on the side of the car, and looking out the window, seeing his home now hours later burned to a pulp. While Sam was asleep, lightly cooing next to him.

"We're going to….um.." Mary couldn't figure out any ideas, as their home was the only place they stayed in. She quickly looked over to her husband for backup, giving him a nudge to the elbow.

"We're going to um……. Disneyworld!" John caught himself, but she gave him a worried look, as he didn't know what he just signed them up for.

"Disneyworld?" She questioned with a strained smile, peeking in the rearview mirror to see Dean and Sam beaming. Sam was only borderline six months old, and already knew the word Disneyworld?

Well, he surely didn't get that from Mary's genetics.

She sighed, looking over at John who was now beaming as well, trying to win her opinion over with some cute puppy eyes and guilt-tripping. Damn it, they're too good for their own sake. "Fine, we are going to Disneyworld." Mary submitted, and backed up the Impala, heading off for the highway.

A few hours into the drive, it was now nighttime, The sun set about a half hour ago, and Mary felt her eyelids drooping as she held onto the steering wheel. Dean and Sam were out like a light in the meantime, which meant that she and John had some peace and quiet to themselves, and time to plan out what their next was going to be considering their home just got burned down by a demon and now they where heading to Disneyworld - which they ironically had little to no money to pay for.

"Disneyworld? Seriously John?" Mary snapped awake as a car behind them honked their horn at her. She didn't budge, and the light in the intersection had already turned green.

"Mary, it's green." He said calmly, and hit the gas a little hard, making the car jolt. Dean slowly stirred awake and glanced up at the open road. It was desolate at this time of night, planning on going past Oklahoma and Mississippi through backroads to get to Orlando, Florida. That was going to take at least twenty hours, adding an extra five for pit stops to rest and eat.

"Thank you." She replied with a grunt, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Why Disneyworld? Disneyland is closer, it's in California!" Mary tested, were they really going to go to the southeast?

"No, I assure you, it's not. There are more backroads that go through Oklahoma, that will give it a strait shot-"

"And then what? And then when John? We stay down there with the stoned crazies? It's a vacation state! I don't want our kids to live there, end of story." Mary cut him off, she had her reasons and sadly wasn't wrong. "And it's hot as hell down there, I don't want the next thing to be heatstroke for this family." She finished, and John sighed, letting his hand sit on the door.

There was a quiet pause, and Mary sighed. "What about up north?"

"Up north? What are you insisting?" John perked up, his tone lowering to a whisper, as he was curious about her suggestion.

"Up north. We can take I-95 all the way up to Maine. Boston is a no-brainer, as it's practically LA but smaller. It's a straight shot." She shrugged, and looked back to the road, turning off the highway, and parking into the nearest motel.

"And why Maine? You've never gone upstate." John questioned, as he didn't understand her reason why she wanted to get away from Kansas as much as possible, as he waited for her response. Mary turned off the Impala, and the keys lightly jingled, waking Sam and Dean in the process. Mary couldn't just flat-out say 'Oh yeah, we're actually most likely being hunted by a demon or worse, demons that wanted to kill our five-month-old infant for some psychopathic reason. And that I'm not in shape to deal with this.' No, she couldn't say that. As she still to the day hopefully never have to come to the truth that demons existed.

"It's calmer, and it has good schools," Mary answered, and opened the backseat door, grabbing Sam who was lightly snoring in her arms. While John unbuckled Dean and did the same.

"Well, I guess we have at least a few weeks to figure this out." He replied quietly, and they made their way into reception.

"One room please," Mary said politely, and the man at the desk looked concerned yet confused at the same time. Noticing their clothes a little burned, and their face covered with smoke stains and ash.

"What happened to y'all?" The man questioned, writing a few words into the reservation slip, then looking back. "It looks like ya just came out of a damn fire." he chuckled to himself, writing more onto the form.

"You have no idea," Mary answered in a dull tone. She was obviously exhausted, as the same for the rest of her family.

"How many nights are you planning on staying Miss?" He questioned and spun a pencil in his free hand.

"Just the night." She answered, and she tilted her head slightly to the side, seeing the tag on the man's shirt say 'Jones".

"Alright, then that will be... 22.50."

Mary pulled out her wallet, where he had a twenty and a five, giving it to Jones.

"Thank you." He said kindly and gave back her 2.50, giving her the key to their room. "That'll be room 191."

"Thank you," John said, grabbing they key, and they walked off to their room.

After a few minutes of walking, they found their room and opened the door as it creaked open. The room was about two hundred square feet, with a full-sized bed, and sofa. The walls were a dull green, and the small kitchen had all wooden cabinets overhanging the oven and counter, which made it surprisingly welcome. Setting down Dean was on the sofa, as he curled up with the fluffy tan-colored blanket, and had a small content smile on his face.

Meanwhile, in Hell...

"What do you mean 'She's still alive'?" Desra yelled, and her tail flicked in anger.

"She survived the fire, Your Majesty." The small demon bowed nervously, and his hands shook in fear.

"How? Azazel was sent to specifically and I quote: 'Give Samuel the demon blood orchestrated by Azazel, and KILL the Campell in the process'!" She barked, and the demon hunkered down in fear. "How the hell could you mess that fucking up!?"

"T-the Campell...s-she--" The little demon stuttered, as Desra towered over him.

"She WHAT?"

"S-she found Azazel as he was about to leave, Your Majesty." The little demon answered nervously, sweat running down his face. "T-the fire--"

"What. Fire?" Her tail flicked back and forth, as she was only seconds away from snapping the Imp's neck.

"Azazel, he...when he got into the home...he set the home on fire. H-Hoping to kill her, a-and leave no evidence." The demon continued to take various steps back.

Desra roared in anger, throwing the nearest object at the demon, missing only by a few inches, as it shattered into the wall from impact. Only to regain her composure seconds later.

"So they moved then? Where?" She hissed. The demon whimpered from fear, slinking back into the wall. "Speak GODDAMNIT!"

"We h-h-have a spy following them!" The demon yelled in pure terror, pressing against the wall of Desra's chamber.

"Who?" She snarled, teeth showing, and zipped up to the imp, pinning him to the wall.

"Angel!" He blurted out, turning his face not to meet her bloodlust eyes. As she heard the name, she chuckled, turning into a maniacal laugh that sent a shiver down the demon's spine.

"Angel? You sent Angel to spy on them?"

The imp nervously nodded.

"I want you out." The demon stood still frozen in fear. "Are you deaf? I said OUT!" She ordered, and the demon scurried away in fear, not even bothering to close the door, sprinting down the hallway.