The soft crying of her son brought Mary Winchester out of her peaceful slumber. Sitting up sleepily, she stood up and yawned. Shuffling her feet, she made her way into her children's room. Luna's full moon bathed the room in a soft, blue light, proving to be rather effective as a nightlight for the boys.
Looking over the edge of the crib, she was greeted with a sleeping Samuel, his hair a mess on the pillows. She smiled lightly, then turned to her older son.