At the Campbells home…
Mary and Samuel were sitting at the dining room table busy cleaning guns, "Dean or Angel say where they were going?"
"Said they were gonna kill a demon."
"Kill a demon?" Mary chuckled, "That's impossible."
"Yep."
"Where?"
"Uh… oh, I don' know. Over in Haleyville, uh, Walsh's maybe."
"Wait…" Mary stopped, "Not Liddy Walsh?"
"Well, yeah, I- I think so."
"Dad, she's a friend of mine! We gotta help her."
Deanna walked over to see Mary hurriedly standing, "What's wrong?"
She rushed out the door, "I'll be in the car."
"Hey-" Samuel watched her leave in confusion, "I mean, she wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt. Is this some female time of month thing?" Deanna sighed and walked back into the other room, "What?"
Inside the Walsh's home…
"I'm sorry, Liddy." Dr. Brown sat next to Liddy Walsh on her sofa with, "It's metastasized."
Devastation filled her, "Where?"
"His liver, his lungs. It's time we talked about arrangements."
"No." She shook her head frantically, "No, you have to do something, Dr. Brown."
"There is one way, a cure actually, but I'll need your help."
"What do I have to do?"
"Nothing. Just in ten years, I'm going to come to you and ask for something then. Nothing you'll miss."
His eyes turned yellow as a grin spread across his face. The door burst open before Samuel entered. Yellow Eyes shot up out of his seat just before Samuel shot him in the chest. Liddy screamed as the body collapsed on the couch next to her. Within seconds, the demon opened his eyes and Samuel cocked the shotgun again. Yellow Eyes easily waved his hand causing Samuel's shotgun to fly across the room. He waved his other hand and Samuel flew backwards, getting pinned to the wall behind him.
Liddy whimpered, "Oh, God."
Yellow Eyes put up a finger, "Hold that thought."
He approached Samuel slowly, who was grunting at the force, "You son of a bitch."
Yellow Eyes leaned into Samuel, but turned around abruptly to see Mary standing behind him with a raised knife. Instantly he grabbed her by the throat.
"Hello there." Mary sliced him with the knife, taking his hand off of her, "Where the hell have they been hiding you?" She attacked him but he grabbed her arm causing her to drop the knife, she punched him off of her and he grinned, "I like you. You got a lot of spunk."
Mary kicked him but he grabbed her leg and slammed her against a wall.
Samuel struggled, "Mary!"
Angel and Dean burst in. Dean lifted the Colt right at the demon but he quickly pulled Mary in front of him as a shield
Dean glared, "Let her go!"
Yellow Eyes smiled as he hugged her closer, "Where'd you get that gun?"
Dean cocked the Colt and nodded to Mary silently. She broke away from Yellow Eyes at his signaly, but before Dean could pull the trigger, black smoke poured from his mouth and went out a vent in the wall.
Later on…
"Mary, you gotta tell us what else he told you." Angel pressed, "Anything. Even if it's the smallest detail."
"I told you, just that he liked me." Mary's eyes widened with fear, "What did he mean by that?"
Samuel came outside to join them on the lawn, "Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." He looked at his daughter, "Are you okay?"
"No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay." She snapped, "Can we go?"
After she stormed to their truck, Samuel turned to Dean, "Nice job in there."
"I missed the shot."
"Take the compliment, son." Samuel patted his shoulder, "I'm saying that I was wrong about you guys."
"The three of us need to talk. Alone." Angel interjected hurriedly, "It's important."
Back in the Campbell home kitchen…
"Look we gotta gank this son of a bitch fast or Mary's dead."
"What?" Samuel got up worriedly, "How do you know that?"
Dean pulled out John's journal, "We just know these things."
"When?"
"I don't know anymore!" Angel threw her hands up, "Maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me."
"So what, are you kids some kind of a psychics now too?"
"No. Listen. This is what i wanted to talk about in private." She went to the table and sat next to Samuel, Dean following suit, "What i'm about to tell you is going to sound insane, okay? But I promise you this is real and happening."
"Okay…"
She leaned back and motioned between herself and Dean, "Mary's our mother."
Samuel scoffed, "Excuse me?"
"I am your granddaughter, and he's your grandson. We both know what the hell we're talking about."
Disbelief clouded Samuels eyes, "You wanna run that by me again?"
"Our real names are Dean and Angel Winchester. I was born December 21st, 1977 and he was born January 24th, 1979. Our parents are Mary and John Winchester."
He leaned away from them in dismissal, "I don't have to listen to this."
She couldn't really blame him.
"Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983." Dean continued for her, "I think that this, what happened tonight, I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you- we are asking you, please."
"Think about it Samuel… How did we know about the Colt, hmm? Or the demon, where it would be, its next victims? We can't be making this up."
Samuels body was completely rigid with stress, "Every bone in my body is aching to put both of you six feet under, but there's something about you two… I can't shake it." He scoffed, "I may be just as looney as you two but… I believe you." Dean and Angel each let out a relieved breath, "How do we find this bastard?"
"Right here." Angel opened John's journal, "The list."
"And with the Colt?"
Dean pulled the Colt out of his jacket and put it on the table, "Yeah."
"Here." Samuel motioned, "Let me see it."
Dean met his eye and hesitated. He sent a look to his sister who signaled for him to keep it to himself. Promptly, he moved it further away from Samuels reach.
"Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it."
"I'm your grandfather."
"Nothing personal."
"Sure it is. Especially when it's me you're trying to kill."
Samuels eyes turned yellow before he raised his hand and the chairs the Winchesters were sitting in slammed against the wall. They both glared in hatred but were unable to move by his power.