Outside the Campbell's house…

John pulled the impala to a stop, "See you later?"

Mary grinned, "If you're lucky."

They kissed before Mary got out of the car. As she approached the house Dean and Angel appeared from the distance.

"Angel and Dean, right?" She studied them warily, "I'm not sure you two should come in."

"Look, you can trust us." Dean smiled down at her, "I mean, we're practically family when you think about it."

"What he means is…" Angel swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, "We're all hunters here. We don't mean any harm."

"Yeah, thing is…" She shook her head, studying them, "My Dad… he's a little, um…"

"Oh…" Dean jumped in giddily, "I gotta meet him."

Her brows rose, "You've heard of him?"

"Clearly not enough."

"Can you tone it down, Dean?" Angel dropped her voice as Mary led them inside, "We're not supposed to know them."

"I'm sorry for being a little excited to meet my family. Oh and to find out that my mother is a freakin hunter." He scowled, "How come that never came up in conversation?"

"I didn't think it was a necessary subject to broach."

"Really?"

"Look, I just figured you two were better off thinking she was just a normal mom. She was great without the hunter backstory anyway. Not to mention, she got out of the life. I just assumed she never wanted us to know that little tid-bit so i didn't spread it around." Angel waved him off as Samuel walked back into the room with Mary, "And when I found out, I wasn't exactly happy about it."

"So, you two are hunters, huh?" Samuel asked in a bored tone, "Well, tell me something, mister and miss hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"

"Neither, you cut their heads off." Mary smiled as Dean cocked his head, "We pass your test?"

"Yep." His eyes became sharp, "Now get out of my house."

Mary scoffed as Angel and Dean frowned at each other, "Dad!"

"I don't trust other hunters. Don't want their help, don't want them around my family."

Deanna, his wife, was quietly setting the table in the next room when she called to him, "Knock it off, Samuel."

He sent her the glare, "They're hunters."

"Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner." She grinned at the two of them as she walked in, "Are you two hungry?"

"Very."

"Starving."

"Good. I'm Deanna." She reached out and shook their hands, "You've met my husband Samuel, now wash up."

Later on…

They all sat around the dining room table as they ate dinner quietly. Samuel still passed the two of them irritated looks but kept quiet nonetheless.

"So…" Deanna leaned over and gently touched Angel's arm, "Is this your first trip to Lawrence?"

"Oh no, we've been here before, it's just been awhile." Angel nodded, her eyes flashing from Mary back to Deanna, "Lots changed."

Samuel added more gravy to his potatoes, "You two working a job?"

Dean rose a brow, "Maybe."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel."

They shared a mutual look of respect before Mary interrupted, "So why were you two following me and John?"

"Uh, well we thought something was after da-" Angel abruptly cleared her throat, stopping herself, "Uh, your boyfriend, but i think we were mistaken."

"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits?" Deanna chuckled, "Can you imagine?"

Mary turned to her father who was scowling, "I saw that."

"What?"

"That sour lemon look."

"Now hold on. John's a really, really nice…" Mary raised a brow at him as he trailed off, "Naive civilian."

"So what?" Mary scoffed before motioning to Dean, "You'd rather me be with a guy like this?"

Angel's eyes widened as she hid her grimace by taking a sip of water.

"What?" Dean also freaked as he leaned back, "No, no. No"

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I-"

"That's enough, both of you." Deanna dismissed quickly, earning a sharp look from her daughter, "We have company."

"So." Angel cleared her throat, trying to lighten the tension by changing the subject, "Are you working a job, Samuel?"

He glared at her, "Might be."

Mary rolled her eyes, "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm."

Samuel gave Mary an exasperated look as Angel pursed her lips in recognition, "Whitshire." She frowned at Dean, "Why do I know that name?"

"It's been all over the papers." Samuel answered, "Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."

Dean shrugged, "That kind of thing happens."

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"

Angel tapped her index finger as she thought, "Any demonic omens around?"

"That's what I gotta find out."

"What about the rest of the town?" Dean pressed, "Did you find anything on the web?" At their blank stares he trudged on awkwardly, "...Of information that you have assembled."

"Electrical storms maybe." Deanna shrugged, "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."

Angel gaped, "By mail?"

"No." Samuel glared at her, "We hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight."

Dean laughed as Angel smirked, "You sure are a peach, Sammy." His glare deepened at the nickname, "Listen, we're hunting the same thing here. If we stick together, use each other as backup, we could get this done real quick and easy."

Samuel leaned in, "What part of 'we work alone' do you two not understand?"

At the Whitshire home…

Mary and Samuel were sitting in their truck as Mary turned to her father pointedly, "And I'm here because?"

"Family business, Mary. Family." He looked over to her firmly as they got out of the truck, "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" She grinned at him before her attention was pulled by a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walked towards him, "Where you goin'?"

"To do the job, Dad."

Samuel split off from her and walked to the house. After knocking he was a little shocked when Dean answered the door, dressed as a priest. Angel was beside him dressed as a nun.

"Father. Sister." Samuel stowed his shocked expression at the pair, "I see you two beat me here."

"The Lord is funny that way." Dean smiled, "Beth Whitshire, this is our associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney."

Dean and Angel joined Samuel outside on the doorstep, "Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese."

Beth sniffled, "Thank you."

"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling us about Tom." Angel informed from behind them, "About how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death."

"I see." Samuel nodded, "You didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?"

"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?"

Samuel is stunned into silence at her response.

Dean, amused, turned to his sister to leave, "Excuse us."

Dean patted Samuel on the back as they made their way off the porch. Samuel shared an awkward smile with Beth as the two others headed over to Mary and the boy.

Mary noticed them and turned back to the boy, "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father and Sister here what you just told me?"

Charlie tensed but trudged on, "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?"

"I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."

Dean nodded, "What was he saying?"

"'Did I want the beatings to stop?' I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think… and the next thing I know, Dad's dead." Charlie looked at them with tears in his eyes, "Am I going to jail?"

Mary put a hand on his arm, "You didn't do this, Charlie."

Angel tensed a little as she crossed her arms, "What did this stranger want in return?"

"He didn't want anything."

"Now, now." She raised a brow, "Nothing in this world is free, sweetheart. What did he want?"

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now." Charlie fidgeted guiltily, "Maybe he'd want something then."

"Something like what?"

"I don't know, okay?" He snapped, "Look, I told you he was nuts."

Mary led the two of them a few steps away, "What do you guys think?"

Dean and Angel shared a look before Dean wiped his face with his palm, "I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it."

Angel shook her head, "Poor little bastard."

"Charlie…" Mary turned back to the kid, "Do you remember what this stranger looked like?"

"Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."

"Anything else?"

"There was one thing."

"What?"

"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn–"

"What? That they were black?" Dean interrupted, "Or red maybe?"

"No." Charlie's eyes went wide, "They were yellow. Pale yellow."

Shock hit the Winchesters like they had just been bulldozed by a freight train. They weren't dealing with just any crossroads demon. They were dealing with the demon that completely shattered their lives. Yellow Eyes. He's here and hes been busy.

Back at the Campbell house…

Dean slammed a map down on the dining room table as Deanna calmly chopped bananas in the kitchen. Samuel put his hands up as the two of them looked over the map intently and hurriedly, whispering to each other.

"What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Angel waved him off, "And we sure as hell don't have any time to slow down."

"Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes."

"Yeah, well, we have." Dean leaned up to him, pain in his voice and eyes, "This thing killed our family."

"Just calm down, son."

"You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe."

Samuel shook his head, "Not until we know what we're dealing with here."

"Look." Angel agreed, looking to the older man, "This thing has way more mojo than any demon you've ever come into contact with."

"Sam's right." Deanna walked in carrying a fruit salad, "It could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things."

"We know exactly what this thing is!"

Deanna took a breath at her outburst before going back into the kitchen.

"And we're gonna kill it." Dean turned back to the map, "That's all the talking that needs to be done."

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?"

"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt."

"Yeah…" Samuel nodded slowly as he leaned on the kitchen chairs, "I heard about the Colt. Used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story."

"Oh, it's no bedtime story." Angel sighed, "It's the real deal."

"Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?"

"Yeah, maybe we do."

Dean took John's journal out of his jacket and flipped it open on the table as Samuel joined them, "What's this?"

"It's a list."

"Of what?"

"Our Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when."

"Why?"

"'Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed our Mom."

When Dean flipped the page Angel stopped him and pointed, "Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar."

"Whitshire Farms…" Samuel shook his head, "That was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?"

Dean and Angel each looked like deers caught in headlights. Dean started to sputter for a second before blabbing out the first thing that came to his head.

"Uh… our Dad could see the future."

Angel glared at that but trudged on, "It says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night."

Samuel read the next name with raised brows, "Liddy Walsh?"

Dean nodded, "Haleyville, that's close."

"I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but…"

Samuel looked over at Deanna leaning on the door jamb, and she shook her head slightly at the whole story. He looked back at Dean and Angel, who both saw that they weren't believe anything the two of them were saying.

"Look…" Angel huffed, "This sounds insane. We know that. But it's happening whether you wanna believe it or not."

"You two seem like really nice kids, but yeah, you're crazy."

"Maybe." Dean agreed, sharing a look and shrug with sister, "But we know where this bastard's gonna be, and we're gonna stop it, once and for all."

Dean took the journal and walked out of the room followed closely by Angel. They stopped in the living room where Mary was sitting listening to music from the record player.

"We're shoving off." Dean earned her attention, "Just wanted to say bye."

"Really?" She put her record down before walking over to them, "So soon?"

"Yeah." Angel smiled as she studied her young mother, "Got a pretty big job ahead of us."

"Hey, you know for what it's worth. Um…" Dean clapped his hands, "It doesn't matter what your Dad thinks…" He shrugged and motioned between them, "We like that John kid."

Mary smiled, "You do?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you two are meant to be."

Angel's voice dropped, "We kinda depend on it actually..."

Mary looked to her curiously, "What was that?"

"Oh." Dean nudged her, causing her to laugh forcefully, "Nothing."

"Hey…" Dean cleared his throat, "Can I uh ask you a personal question?" Mary nodded, "What's John like?"

She cocks her head, "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"I don't know…" A bright smile filled her face, "He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." She looked at them beat, "No offense." They both waved her off and she crossed her arms, "Can i tell you guys something?" They nodded expectantly, "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!"

Angel grinned, "Really?"

As did Dean, "That's awesome."

"Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and…"

"And what?"

"I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was." She shook her head ferociously, "No, I won't let it happen." Dean and Angel each blinked back tears as Dean finally realised why Angel never told them their mother was a hunter, "Hey, are you two okay?"

"We're fine. Long day." Angel wiped a stray tear and turned to leave, she motioned for Dean, "D, lets go."

"Hey, uh, Mary…" Dean didn't follow her just yet, "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?"

She chuckled, "Okay."

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed." His voice broke, "No matter what you hear or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed."

She studied his distraught face with worried eyes before nodding, "Okay."

A tear ran down Dean's face as he smiled at her one last time and followed his sister out.

Later on…

Dean sped down the road with Angel in the passenger seat, both silent and aware of what they needed to do. In the blink of an eye Castiel appeared in the back seat. When Dean saw him in the rear view mirror, he inhaled sharply in shock and nearly crashed. Angel eyed him before turning around and seeing the angel. She rolled her eyes.

"So, guess this means God's our co-pilot now, Ang." At Castiel's silence, Dean scoffed in irritation, "You're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam would have wanted in on this, why not bring him back with us?"

"You two had to do this without him."

"Okay." Angel pressed, "He's probably tearing the future apart looking for us. You good with that?"

Castiel stared straight ahead, stone faced, "Sam's not looking for you."

"Well that's just…" Dean grumbled as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Nice to hear isn't it?"

"Look if we do this everything is set straight right? If we gank this demon before anything happens, Mom and Dad live happily ever after and- and the boys and i grow up playing little league and going to cheerleading practice?"

"You realize, if you do alter the future… your father, you two, Sam- you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die."

Dean and Angel looked at each other grimly before Dean nodded. They both already came to that conclusion and made their peace with their decision.

"We realize."

"And you don't care?"

"Oh, I care. I care a lot, and so does she but these are our parents. We're not gonna let them die again. We can't. Not if we can stop it."

When Dean looked back in the rearview mirror, Castiel was gone.