Her eyes grow distant as she remembers everything Dean told her about that night. What she saw on the phones. Had the author pulled her just a minute sooner, she may have had a chance to survive the night. "I'm not dead yet...not until I go back home. I only know everything that happened because my eldest son told me while he was here. ...They both were for a while."

Feeling a swell of motherly pride, she turned her attention to the table cloth, a smile threatening to split her face open. While she would prefer that they lived normal lives, she was so proud that they didn't forget her and claimed their vengeance.

"They did. They hunted that son of a bitch for twenty two years. Dean was the one that did him in...I think you were actually here while he was." Bringing up a picture of Dean on her phone, she slid it over to him. "He's my eldest."