The echo of the cracking sound of bones snapping woke Mary from a restless sleep. Not again, she thought. Yet she still turned to her right to be reassured by the sight of her sleeping husband beside her. He's alright, we're all alright. Usually she would feel somewhat calmer after convincing herself this but the uneasy feeling wouldn't go away. Mary carefully climbed out of their bed, John only rousing slightly at the weight shifting. She made her way into the bathroom connected to their room, closing the door quietly.

"It's been more than twenty years for Christ's sake!" Mary whispered to her reflection in the mirror.

The years didn't matter though, she still found herself waking every now and then because of what happened all that time ago. John didn't know about her nightmares, she found it hard to believe that he would take her seriously. Mary almost chuckled at the thought; he would for sure think that she was crazy if she explained that it is his death she dreams about. As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt. Her father's voice-no that thing using her father's voice, often came back to her, to that night when her life was turned upside down. The threat heard in its condition to bring John back still made her stomach clench. It didn't want her soul, it wanted her permission. Permission to do what?! She swore under her breath, the uncertainty of its words drove her mad even now. Ten years had passed, just like it said, and she hadn't seen the demon again. It had said it would come back. Had it? She turned the light switch off and went back to bed.

"Dean, would you mind shutting the hell up? Some people actually have the intention of sleeping!"

Mary heard her youngest son Sam yell through his wall to his brother in the other room. She smiled to herself in the dark; Dean was most likely talking with some girl on the phone.

"Some people actually have the intention of having a life Sammy!" She heard the teasing tone in Dean's response.

"That makes no sense Dean!"

They settled down and Mary felt herself drifting back to sleep. Demons always uphold their deals, was the last thought running through her head before the darkness overtook her.