Promise me, promise me that on November 2, 1983, you'll stay in bed, no matter what you think you hear. Promise me...

"Where's the Fire Probie?" Agent Anthony DiNozzo asked a rather pale Junior Agent Dean Winchester who had just hung up his phone and was in the process of running out the door on November 3, 2005.

DiNozzo and Winchester had gotten along quite nicely since Dean had joined the team a year earlier, fresh out of the FLETC after a stint in the Marines, but that didn't stop DiNozzo from calling the other man "Probie" like he did with the other newbie on the team, McGee who had also earned the moniker Elf Lord. DiNozzo differentiated between the two by referring to McGee as "Probie McGeek". Dean was someone DiNozzo considered to be a friend or a little brother, and was someone he frequently hung out with after hours. They had shared similar tastes in t.v. shows, movies, cars, and women.

"Stanford." a rather pale Junior Agent Dean Winchester replied before he raced out the door.

That was the last time DiNozzo saw Dean for a long time, and when he saw the other man again, he was on the other side of an investigation.

"She was on the ceiling Dean." Sam Winchester said to his formerly estranged brother two days later as they stood by the graveside of Jessica Moore.

Behind them, Mary Winchester cried both for the death of her son's fiancee, and the loss of her son Sam's innocence in the matters of the supernatural. She held no illusions that her son would leave this alone. The best she could do for her boy who would no doubt be going after the creature that killed Jess would be to help him along the way as best as she could. Despite the fact that she'd been out of the game for decades, there were things you don't forget. If worst came to worst, she still had a number of cousins who were still hunting. Two that she could list off the top of her head were Gwen and Christian who had once dropped by for a rather tense and awkward Thanksgiving several years back.