PROLOGUE
Mary Winchester woke up on January 27, 2012 with very sore breasts. She figured that she was due for a period any day now and that contributed to the soreness. Today, her oldest son turned 33. Where had the years gone? Mary could remember the day that they brought baby Dean home. It wasn't very long after her parents had been killed by Azazael and she had destroyed him. John never knew the truth about the supernatural or about hunting.
Yes, Mary reflected, she had done the unthinkable and killed old Yellow Eyes. She had saved herself and her sons from a future without a mom and a future filled with hunting things that went bump in the night. She had staved off the Apocolypse by not dying and she had insured that her children would forever be able to live normal lives. And Mary had never looked back.
She would celebrate her baby's birthday as they always did, with a dinner and cake. This year, Dean would bring his wonderful woman, Carmen with him and Sam was coming home from Stamford with Jessica on his arm. In another couple months they would be married and looking to start their own family. Mary was glad for the choices that she had made.
