The danger had passed. The Singers had brought everyone home to B&E Salvage, and had begun the almost monumental task of setting the world to rights once again. Bobby's first port of call was to phone Sheriff Jody Mills, to enlist her aid in covering up the apparent massacre at the church. Ellen had bullied Ayden into Brian's capable hands, and had taken it upon herself to get the newly-weds washed and changed.

At some point during this, Apollo had reappeared, looking like beaten over crap but strong enough to lay his hands on Ayden and Dean to heal the worst of their injuries before passing out once again. Hope and Sam had manhandled the god into the panic room for safe-keeping, surfacing in time to be told by Bobby that if they wanted to make themselves useful, they could begin building the pyre out the back. As the older hunters set to washing and changing themselves, the newly-weds and Ayden were bundled into bed to sleep off the shocks and pains of the afternoon, and Hope and Sam set to work, preparing the place where Bill Harvelle would be put to rest.

Slightly breathless, Hope paused in the process of digging out a shallow trench, looking up at the window of the room where Dean and Nim were presumably asleep. She bit her lip, glancing over at her brother. "You really think we shouldn't tell them?" she asked him in concern, leaning on her shovel.

Sam threw another stack of wood onto the ground that he'd gathered in his arms and drew a hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat that had gathered there. He'd volunteered to do the digging, but she'd insisted on equal rights and chores, and after two out of three rounds of rock, paper, scissors, it was decided that she'd do the digging and he'd do the wood gathering and construction. Initially, he'd thought he got the easier job, but now he was starting to wonder. Glancing over at his sister, Sam arched a brow. "Tell them what?"

"Oh, you know," she sighed, waving a hand toward the house, "how everyone here except Ayden is dead where we're from?" She held his gaze warily. It had taken a supreme effort not to throw herself into Dean's arms and hug him until he couldn't breathe when she'd first laid eyes on him, and even now, she was deeply aware of an ache that urged her just to go up and watch their parents sleep. It didn't matter that she'd never seen her mother looking so vulnerable before today, or that they could change everything with just a word in the wrong place. Hope didn't want to lie to their family. "How their youngest son doesn't know them at all, because they got caught up in Zeus' pissing match with Poseidon' Don't you think they have a right to know that?"

"Oh, that," Sam replied, as if he thought she might have meant something else. There were a lot of things their parents didn't know, and Hope was just scratching the surface. "You know what Apollo said." Sam straightened, pushing out his chest and doing the best impression he could of the Olympian who had dragged their a$$es into the past on a moment's notice. "Not a word about what?s going on in the future. It's against the rules," Sam repeated Apollo's words, though he was paraphrasing, trying to sound pompous and superior. "You want him to drag us back home before we have a chance to fix things?"

She snorted with laughter, the momentary nod toward the grief they shared at their parents' absence from their lives pushed aside in favor of enjoying Sam's impression of Apollo. "You know, just once I'd like to see this big book of rules he keeps quoting at us," she commented cheerfully, bending back to digging. "I think he's making it up."

"I don't think there is a rule book. If there was, we wouldn't be here at all," Sam agreed, as he stepped over the pile of tinder and bent over to pick up a few planks of wood with which he'd start building a base for the pyre. He frowned thoughtfully as he went to work with hammer and nails. "We should have brought Johnny with us. He would have loved to meet Mom and Dad."

"Dude, he's fourteen," Hope pointed out reluctantly. "Can you imagine how freaked he would have been in that church' All those creatures, and then all those bodies?" She sighed, tossing the last shovel-full from the shallow trench and stepping up out of it. "You're right. He'd have loved it. But, you know, if we get this right, maybe we'll change something else, too."

"How old were you when you went on your first hunt' Dad was hunting by the time he was twelve." Okay, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration. He didn't really want their younger brother to get in any danger, but it irked him that they got to see their parents again and John didn't remember them. "We better change something else because if we don't, what?s the damned point?" Oh, he knew all about the Fates and all that crap, but what both he and Hope really wanted deep down was to have their parents back.

"Don't you get on your high horse with me, man, I was there," Hope pointed out harshly, daring Sam to lose his temper in the wrong direction. "You know what? I don't want to think we're gonna change that. Because what happens then when we go home and nothing's different?" She slammed the shovel into the ground, moving to help set up the base of the pyre. "I miss them every day, and I know you do, too. I don't want it to hurt anymore than it does already, Sam."

Sam's face darkened momentarily as his sister barked back at him, but he quickly recovered, turning away from her to continue his work. "We better be careful or we're gonna have a Back to the Future moment and erase ourselves," he remarked, with another frown, making no further comment regarding their parents. She knew very well how deeply he felt their loss. Not a day went by that he didn't miss them. Being the eldest, he, like his father before him, felt it was his job and his responsibility to take care of the younger two; it was more important than anything else.

"Maybe that'd be better than -" She cut herself off, moving around the makeshift base to crouch opposite her brother. "Never mind. This ready to move over the trench?" Hope wasn't the typical middle child, not by any means, but she did look up to her big brother, no matter how acerbic she was with him. Dark eyes sought out green with a familiar expression, a half smile quirking at her lips as she waited for orders. "Dude, did you see how whipped they are?" she added with obvious amusement. "Seriously, Aunt Ellen points and everyone runs in that direction."

"What do you think Mom and Dad would do?" he asked, pausing in his hammering a moment and straightening to look over at his sister, even as she changed the subject again. He wasn't having any of that. He wasn't sure when they were going to have a chance to talk alone again, and they needed to be in complete agreement on what they wanted to accomplish here. "They're going to ask, you know." He knew it was only a matter of time before someone - most likely their father - pointedly asked what awaited them in the future and why Apollo had sent them back here.