Chapter 2

2009. The year was 2009. Mary mentally did the math. Sam would now be what, twenty-five? And Dean would be twenty-nine? Her children were all grown up.

"Can I have a mirror?" Mary asked. She wondered if she aged at all. Either she was in a coma all of these years, got resurrected all these years later, or time traveled. Mary hoped it was the latter. Because if it was time travel, maybe Mary could go back in time and fix everything. She could prevent John's death. She could watch Sam and Dean grow up.

The doctor handed her a handheld mirror. Mary stared at herself. She looked the same as usual, still in her early thirties. There was not an extra wrinkle on her face.

Okay, so not a coma then. At least not more than the ten-week coma. So, resurrection or time travel? But Mary didn't remember dying. The fire had not burned her. So, time travel.

She held back a laugh. Time travel exists? She thought that was a myth.

But if this was time travel… well, maybe this was a good sign, right?

Mary, once again, thought back to the hunter Van Halen. Did he predict all of this would happen? The yellow-eyed demon returning? The fire? Her time traveling? Or maybe it was just the first part: the reappearance of the yellow-eyed demon.

More than ever, Mary wanted to find that hunter. She ignored his warning, but she also wondered why he, of all people, had a psychic vision of her.

And so, when Mary got released from the hospital she started looking into psychics. Like hunters, did psychics know other psychics?

She then heard about the psychic kids from some hunter who apparently worked with Gordon Walker. He apparently got killed on a hunt, although this hunter had no clue how. Gordon was great at killing vampires—a pro. But yet one time he was unsuccessful which led to his demise.

"Yeah, the psychic kids were the demon Azazel's play toys. He wanted to create some kind of army," the hunter said.

"Do you know who any of the psychic kids are?" Mary asked. She didn't know who this Azazel demon was, but for right now, she just wanted to learn as much about the psychics as possible.

"Sorry, no," the hunter said. "But I know of another hunter who might help you out. You know Bobby Singer?"

Mary shook her head.

The hunter gave her Bobby's address on a slip of paper. "Tell him Tom sent you. He'll help answer your questions."

And so, Mary got on the road (she hijacked a car—yes, she learned a thing or two about cars from John) and she began driving to Bobby's address.

When she arrived at some garage, she raised her eyebrows. Was this the right place?

She knocked on the door. Not long later the door opened revealing an older guy who looked to be nearing his sixties.

"Hello, you must be Bobby Singer?"

Singer raised his eyebrows. "Who's asking?"

"Tom sent me," Mary said. "He said you'll have some answers. See, he said you'd know about the Azazel's psychic kids. I just—I met this psychic a few years ago and I'm looking for him. He predicted something that recently happened to me and I… I just need to make sense of it all."

Bobby took a step back, letting Mary inside his house. He waited, watching for Mary to enter too, gauging her reaction.

There was a round rug at the entrance—was a devil's trap below? So, he's testing me to see if I'm a demon, Mary realized. She passed his test by walking over the rug and into the rest of the house. "I'm not a demon," Mary said.

"You can't be sure," Bobby said. "So, you said Tom sent you. And you want to know about Azazel's psychic kids?"

"Do you know any of them?" Mary asked. "I just would like to talk to them, ask them a couple questions."

"Guess you didn't get the news? The whole battle already happened. There's only one psychic left."

Mary exhaled. This was good news! "So, you do know one of the psychics?"

"He's like family. How do I know you're not secretly out to get him killed?"

"I'm not," Mary said. "I promise I'm not. Look, I have—had—two little boys. I'm their mother and something happened to them. And see, this hunter, this hunter I once knew told me in too little words that something awful was going to happen this one specific night. And he was right. Ten years later, this monster did the most awful thing. He tore my family apart!"

"His name's Sam," Bobby said. "But I don't think now's a great time to go talking to him."

Sam. Just like her baby. But Mary knew that was just a coincidence. "Please," Mary said. "I just—I just want to know why a psychic would see my future, of all people."

"Sam used to get psychic visions of other psychics," Bobby said. "Do you know any other psychics? Maybe psychics that might have spent a great time with you? Such as your partner or friend?"

"No," Mary said, shaking her head. "No, my husband was definitely not psychic and neither were the people we knew."

"Was? He—"

"He died," Mary swallowed. "From a car accident a little while back. He didn't know anything about the supernatural."

"Sorry for your loss," Bobby said. Then his phone rang off. He picked it up. "Boys," Bobby said, recognizing the voice from the other end. "I'm kind of busy here, have some company… In Denver?… Okay, I'll see what I can do."

Bobby hung up. "I have to help with a hunt," Bobby said. "These two brothers got into a little issue with a vamp."

"I'll help too," Mary said. "I used to be a hunter, raised in it actually."

"Good, 'cause if you really want to talk to Sam, he'll be there too."