It was never the perfect marriage. But, John and Mary couldn't be apart for longer than two nights, so they stayed together.
John and Mary Winchester. Mary liked the way it flowed out of her mouth, it felt so naturally.
Slowly, their marriage got even more perfect, when Mary got pregnant of a little baby boy. Many names came to mind, but only one flowed easily along with the others in her mouth.
John, Mary and little Dean Winchester.
And little Dean Winchester was all they wished for. A sweet little boy who liked the crusts off his PB's and jelly and couldn't get enough off his moms lullaby's.
And four years later, their perfect little family got even more perfect, when Mary got pregnant again.
Deep in her heart, she hoped for a baby girl, she hoped that little Dean could be a big brother and she hoped for that little, American Dream family.
This time, there was no doubt with names, boy or girl.
John, Mary, Dean and little Sammy Winchester.
It didn't matter to Mary when the doctors told her Sammy was a boy, because the little disappointment she felt, was blown away when they told Dean. The little boy was so delighted that he was going to get a little brother to watch over, to kick a football around with, that he started running and cheering and babbling about.
Mary liked it. A lot. She tasted those words over and over in her mouth, until it became a mantra.
John, Mary, Dean and Sam Winchester.
Sam, Sammy, Samuel, like her father.
Sam was born and for six months, for six delightful months, everything was like in one of those globes, the ones that mom would get out of the attic around Christmas, the ones she would shake to make it snow.
Nobody made it snow in her globe, someone had picked it up and threw it against a wall, shattered it to pieces.
The last thing Mary could do before she died on that ceiling, was look John in the eyes and repeat her mantra.
John, Mary, Dean and Sam Winchester.
And she saw in his eyes that he knew what she was saying.
Hours later, freezing on the hood of his car, John was repeating that mantra to himself.
It was a promise. A promise of revenge. One day, they would be together again.
John, Mary, Dean and Sam Winchester.