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Dean hates Lawrence.

For one thing, he'd sworn never to come back here. And sure, they kinda broke that vow when Sammy's visions started showing, but that was a job. That was different.

This -- pacing around the verandah while Sammy snores in a chair, waiting for anything to happen, waiting for Sam to wake up and convince Dean he's had enough sleep for them to leave --

-- waiting for the hellhounds to find him --

-- this is gonna drive him absolutely bugfuck nuts.

But Sam said stay, and Dean came too close to losing him to do anything but that.

He kicks at the gate, irritably, and glares down the street.

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"....John became a Hunter?"

Beat.

"Did he drag you two into..."

Oh, this is not going to be pretty.

"Uh," Dean says, wary.

"...you could say Azazel dragged us into it, really."

Mary closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose, looking very unhappy.
"I didn't want this for you. Any of you."

"Yeah, well."

Dean shifts on the seat.

"You were kinda dead. You didn't get a say."

And the worst timing ever award goes to...

Sam woke up alone (after Dean promised he'd be there, damnit), and for a moment there was panic.

Then he saw Dean - and their mother.

Now he's standing on the sidewalk behind them, gaping in disbelief - and he may have just whimpered a little.

'Cause. Mom.

Mary looks up.

Mary sees Sam.

Mary does mental calculations and figures out who this has to be.

Mary stares.

".......Sammy?"

Pause.

"You're so tall."

"Tell me 'bout it," Dean grumbles, looking up to give Sam a quick once-over, make sure he's okay. "Kid never stopped growing."

".........Mom?"

Sam is in serious danger of getting in touch with his emotions.

Dean, if you mock him for this, you will SUFFER.

"Oh, Sammy."

MOMHUGS FOR SAM NOW.

"I'm here, honey. I'm here."

Dean shifts uncomfortably on the seat and looks off to the side, not sure why he's not taking the opportunity to rib Sam for having EMOTIONS.

He should. And he totally will.

... in a minute.

Or two.

"Mom."

Sam is being hugged. By his mother.

This has never happened to Sam before.

He really doesn't know what to do.

Except, you know. The clinging.

Mary is just going to hug Sam and pet his hair and generally, you know, be a mom.

Yay for moms, right?

Eventually, Dean clears his throat awkwardly, by now standing with his hands in his pockets and leaning against one of the verandah pillars.

"She's, uh, not our mom, Sam."

"......what?"

Sam pulls away a little, looking down at Mary.

".........................what do you...."

"Dianne is my daughter," Mary says softly, brushing Sam's hair back from his face. "You're....I guess, technically....not mine."

"So okay, lemme correct that, she might be your mom, a different you, but she's not mine."

Dean, vaguely irrationally jealous? Nahhh.

"...oh...."

Sam looks back and forth between them for a second, torn.

The indecision doesn't last.

He releases Mary and looks over at Dean, surreptitiously wiping his eyes.

"So, uh. You wanna take off later, or stick around a bit?"

The days of Dean not being his first priority are long gone.

Mary catches her breath, paling a little, but doesn't comment just yet.

She can love all three of them. She's got room for that in her heart, she's sure of it.

But if they can't....well, she won't force it.

Dean is looking at Sam. It is the 'don't-be-more-of-an-idiot-than-you-can-help,-Sammy' look.

"Don't see any harm in stickin' around."

Sam needs his mom. And what Sammy wants comes first.

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