My son was a good kid,
he always had been.
When he vanished,
I knew something was terribly wrong.
I called the police,
had my son back,
then both of us were kidnapped.
Luckily soon after we were let go,
but I didn’t get to see my son for a long while after.
Then with his friends Sam and Dean he returns to me,
my baby boy.
He tells me he is a prophet of the Lord,
and from what I have seen I didn’t have a hard time believing it.
After that we went through a lot of hell like,
being possessed by a demon,
dealing with evil witches,
and me getting kidnapped again.
After months of captivity Sam and Dean helped me escape,
and I was ready to see my son again.
What they didn’t tell when I entered that bunker,
was that he was already gone,
Kevin appeared to us as a ghost,
but he still looked like the same son I dearly loved.
I took him home with me so I could have a few more days,
with my baby boy.