A/N:right so this is a drabble sort of but it could be more. let me know if you think it'd be worthwhile. thanks.
It had been a month. One month since she last smiled at her husband. One month since she last smiled without being so completely on the verge of tears. A month since her eldest son had spoken so much as a word. And not even a month since she'd put her husband in the ground.
Her hand resting on her baby's head, brushing his hair back gently as she kissed him good night.
"Mommy?"
On Dean's fourth birthday John and Mary had become mom and dad. Dean announcing that he was a big boy now and big boys did not use words like mommy and daddy. She clenched her jaw, holding back the sob that threatened to tear from her throat. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, before turning back to her son.
"Yes Dean?"
"What about the angels?"
"What about them?"
"Aren't they watching over me?"
Mary froze, but she recovered quickly, "Of course they are sweetheart."
And she sat down on the edge of the bed, her arm automatically going round him as he took up the space next to her. She pulled him onto her knee, placing a kiss on his crown, her hand on the side of his head, his ear over her heart.
"Of course they are," she repeated, though in her heart she could no longer be certain, she could not take the angels away from Dean, "And Daddy's watching out for you too."