"When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around and something became very clear. The only thing we had in this world - the only thing, aside from this car - was each other."

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Dean had said these words to his mother back in the Impala not too long ago, and as he leaned back against the gelid wall on the inside of the meat freezer waiting for the god Moloch to chop him up for a nourishing meal, he gave thought to how true those words still were.

If Dean had any hope of someone crashing through the heavy door to save his sorry ass, it would be Sam, the only one who truly cared for, and loved him, the only one for whom Dean reciprocated the same profound sentiments.

Sadly, he was sure he'd never see his mom there instead, her blond hair wild around her face as she flew at anyone who dared to hurt her sons.

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At first, he'd been surprised, then overjoyed at the sight of his mother in her white, blood-splattered, nightdress, resurrected as a reward for bringing Amara and her sibling together in new harmony.

Mary had been the mom he'd idolized since a child, tender and loving, always there to console and play with him and baby Sammy.

But the woman he'd encountered that night hadn't lived up to his expectations.

She hadn't shown any genuine interest in getting to know her sons, grown-up children whose lives had been sacrificed to hunting in her memory, not to mention that of her husband, a good man who'd become obsessed in finding the demon who'd killed her, leaving little time to dedicated to his orphaned sons.

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Hurt and defenceless against the sight and scent of his mother, Dean couldn't understand why she'd bailed the first chance she'd got, leaving him, and worse Sammy to mourn her departure.

His brother had been a baby when she'd died, and Dean couldn't find it in his heart to forgive her for her disregard in showing any interest in what that baby had gone through, of the consequences to Sammy of the deal she'd made with Azazel, of his suffering, of the Cage.

Dean could forgive Mary much, but not her treatment of Sam.

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But now he'd hardened his heart.

She was their mom, had given life to them both, but to all intents and purposes, she was a stranger.

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Once again the words he'd spoken in the Impala echoed in his mind.

"Me and Sam, all we've ever had is each other."

"And all we ever will. " he added. But that was fine with him.

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And when he heard Sam's panicked voice yelling his name through the freezer door, it felt so right.

Mary might never come for him, but Sam always would.

The End.

Note:-I really didn't like the way Mary was written in season 12, and whatever the writers do now, she can never be redeemed in my eyes.