John and Mary pulled up to Mary's house in the Impala. "See you later?"
"If you're lucky," Mary said as they kissed and she got out of the car. As Mary approached the house Dean and Maxima appeared. "Dean and Max, right? I'm not sure you should come in,"
"You can trust us. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're-we're practically family," Dean said, resulting in Max nudging him in the ribs.
"Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..."
"Oh, I gotta meet him,"
"You've heard of him?"
"Clearly not enough," Maxima muttered
***
"So, you're both hunters?" Samuel asked Maxima and Dean "Well, tell me something, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"
"Neither, you cut their heads off," Dean replied
Mary smiled.
"So, did I pass your test?" Dean asked
"Yep. Now get out of my house," Samuel said
"Dad!" Mary argued
"I don't trust other hunters, Dean, Maxima, don't want their help, don't want them around my family,"
Deanna was setting the table in the next room, and called to Samuel "Knock it off, Samuel,"
"They're hunters,"
Deanna walked into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Are you hungry?"
"Starving," Max admitted
"Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up,"
Maxima looked at Dean "Samuel and Deanna?"
Dean nodded
"Really?" Max asked
***
Dean, Mary, Samuel, Deanna, and Maxima were sitting around the dining room table eating dinner. Deanna leaned over and touched Dean's arm.
"First time in Lawrence, Dean?" Deanna asked
"Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think," Dean replied
"You working a job?" Samuel asked
"Yeah, maybe," Maxima muttered as she still tried deciphering Castiel's message to her.
"What's that mean?"
"It means we don't trust other hunters either, Samuel," Dean retaliated
"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked
"We thought something was after your boyfriend," Max replied
"But um, we don't think that anymore," Dean added
"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna mused
"I saw that," Mary said towards her father.
"What?" Samuel asked
"That sour lemon look,"
"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice...naive civilian,"
"So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" Mary nodded to Dean
"What?" Dean asked "No, no. No,"
"Mary, of course not, it's just that I-" Samuel started
"That's enough, both of you, we have company," Deanna said
"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Maxima asked
"Might be," Samuel replied
"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mary explained
Samuel gave Mary a look as Dean cleared his throat.
"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"
"Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over,"
"That kind of thing happens," Max noted
"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"
"Demonic omens?"
"That's what I gotta find out,"
"What about the rest of the town?" Dean asked, "Well, did you find anything on the web?" Dean grunted when Maxima kicked him "of information that you have assembled,"
"Electrical storms maybe." Deanna noted "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday,"
"By mail?" Dean asked before grunting as Max kicked him again.
"No, we hired a jetliner to fly 'em to us overnight," Samuel said sarcastically.
"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing." Maxima explained "If we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick,"
"What part of 'we work alone' do you not understand?"
***
Samuel walked to the Whitshire farm and knocked on the door. Dean opened the door, dressed as a priest. "Father, I see you beat me here,"
"The Lord is funny that way." Dean said "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney," Dean joined Samuel outside on the doorstep.
"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese,"
"Thank you," Beth said
"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death," Dean explained
"I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked Beth
"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?" Beth replied
Samuel was stunned into silence at her response, and Dean looked amused as he looked behind Samuel as Maxima joined Mary.
Mary noticed Max and turned back to the boy she was talking to "Chalie, would you like to tell the Sister here what you just told me?"
"Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom," Charlie explained
"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,"
"Saying what?" Maxima asked.
"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. Am I going to jail?"
"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary reasoned
"Did the stranger want something in return?" Max asked
"He didn't want anything," Charlie said
"Come on he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?"
"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then,"
"Something like what?"
"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts,"
Max didn't remember the fall, all she heard was Dean's voice calling her name as Mary caught her. She looked up meeting a pair of yellow eyes, but once she shook her head she recognized them to be Dean's green.
"Max?" Dean asked, his eyes filled with worry "You okay?"
"I think Charlie just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it,"
Mary returned to Charlie as Dean looked over Maxima.
"Dean, I'm fine...probably still undergoing the feelings of time travel," Max lied. Dean gave her another once over before nodding, she knew the lie was enough to buy a little bit of time before he truly began grilling her for answers.
The duo joined Mary with Charlie.
"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Mary asked
"Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really," Charlie described
"Anything else?"
"There was one thing,"
"What?" Dean asked
"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and...for a moment I coulda sworn-"
"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?"
Max bit her lip before she decided to add input into the conversation "Were they yellow?"
"Yes." Charlie said "Pale yellow," he looked at her quizzingly "How did you know?"
Maxima felt Dean's gaze on her as she heard him mutter "I was wondering the same thing,"